After several days, a few dusty carriages crossed into Balibao and followed the path to Purple Garden outside Balibao. When the carriage stopped outside Purple Garden, a man dressed in black, his face covered with frosty coldness, got out first. He pulled back the carriage curtain and helped a young girl dressed in light purple attire step out. From the carriage behind, the young Bai Lin was driving while Hong’s brothers and sisters sat inside. After Hong Xiangjun got out, she whistled, "Sister, well done, such a grand mansion is truly impressive. It seems your luck has turned!" Just as Hong Xiangjun finished speaking, suddenly, "General—!" A dark-faced, robust woman suddenly jumped down from a tree; she was in charge of lookout. Dong Huiying looked at the woman and sincerely smiled, "I’m back." The woman was also full of joy. She grabbed a horn and, puffing her cheeks, blew it vigorously. The horn’s sound echoed through the entire Purple Garden. "What happened, what happened, what’s going on?" People hurriedly rushed out from inside Purple Garden, every one of them clutching spears and swords, ready to fight, their appearance truly fierce. Hong Xiangjun jumped in fright and quickly positioned herself in front of Hong Wenbin. "Don’t panic," Dong Huiying glanced back at Hong Xiangjun and then turned to the newcomers, led by Hong Fei. Hong Fei hastened forward, then knelt on one knee, emphatically clenching his fist in salute, the others doing the same, and soon the ground outside Purple Garden was filled with kneeling figures. "Quickly rise," she hurried over to help, but when her fingertips touched Hong Fei’s arm, she suddenly groaned, and then as if electrified, swiftly withdrew her hand. Hong Fei looked at her puzzled, "General?" "It’s nothing!" Her face turned a bit pale, her small hand hidden behind her back, she clenched it tightly. The pain was as if drilling into her heart! The Gu that Liu Yi had administered to her was called "Love Gu" in ancient books, meant only to touch her husband and to feel affection solely towards him. However, whether it was due to her constitution or because the Love Gu Liu Yi provided was not quite genuine, she found not only could she not touch men other than Haoming but she also couldn’t touch women. Touching them caused pain at the point of contact. That feeling was incredibly agonizing yet oddly exhilarating! After Hong Fei and the others stood up, they saw the gates wide open. Inside the courtyard paved with bluestone, a dashing man dressed in emerald attire stood, resembling a graceful bamboo, elegant and tall with an aura of breezy calm. His long hair, black and soft as an ink-washed landscape, was loosely tied into a half-bun, with the top ends wrapped around a wooden hairpin. His countenance was subtly graceful, his gaze leisurely, yet his eyes, like the moon, brimmed with intoxicating tenderness. "Yes, Yixuan, I am back!" Her face broke into a broad smile. Then behind Yixuan, a wheelchair appeared. The person in the wheelchair, dressed in a white robe with unbound black hair, maintained his usual cool and detached demeanor, exuding a somewhat indifferent aura. Only the small purple mole at the corner of his eye added a hint of mysterious charm to the pale, sickly man. She called out, "Shu Yu." Shu Yu raised his eyebrow and then turned his face away, ignoring her as if he hadn’t seen her at all. But his hands, beautifully long and encased in his sleeves, were tightly clenched together under the cover. Remains quite dishonest indeed.