They traveled continuously for several days. During this time, Liang Zhichen deliberately altered the direction of their journey, even taking some detours. Nearly every day, a carrier pigeon would fly to Liang Zhichen, seemingly delivering some message. The small bouquet that Shu Yu picked for Dong Huiying quickly wilted, but before the flowers faded, Shu Yu had already replaced them with freshly picked, more vibrant ones that were in full bloom. Everything he did, she saw with her own eyes. In return for his kindness, she took charge of the three meals a day during the journey, cooking a variety of delicacies to feed her sharp-tongued, split-personality second husband. Of course, Liang Zhichen greatly benefited from this. The first time he tasted his wife’s cooking, he was nearly astonished by its heavenly taste. But afterwards, a strong feeling of jealousy surged in his heart once more. So jealous, yet also admiring, admiring the former version of himself. This deliciousness was deeply rooted in his soul, and he must have enjoyed it quite a bit in the past. He even had the thought that if back in the Golden Triangle, if he hadn’t been so eager to leave so early, would everything have turned out differently? Once you’ve tasted a meal cooked by your wife, it is hard for most people to forget. Even if he tried to maintain his demeanor by only sampling a bit, and even if he was in the middle of nowhere with limited ingredients, only able to gather some preserved meat and wild vegetables to stew and eat, his stomach remained honestly captivated by his wife’s cooking. Several more days passed. Led by Ah Da, the Seventh Princess rode in a carriage, protected by a hundred personal soldiers. Their entourage entered the territory of the Mist Capital. As these people approached, Tie Yi and the other Tie Slaves had already gathered at the Bell Tower. Tie Si was a woman, but her stature was tall and her build closely resembled that of the City Lord. She served as the City Lord’s double; if one were not familiar with the two, outsiders would find it difficult to tell who was who, as long as they didn’t speak. Now, Tie Yi looked at Tie Si sitting opposite her and frowned, "Your voice..." Tie Si was now dressed in a long robe of black with gold accents, her hair dyed white, and wearing a ghost face mask with a blue face and fierce teeth. She performed her role as a double with great dedication, not only mimicking the City Lord’s appearance but also perfectly emulating his usual demeanor. However, when Tie Si spoke, her voice was hoarse compared to before, as if she were seriously ill, "I did this myself." Tie Si responded as such. Tie Yi was somewhat sympathetic, "If the Master knew..." Tie Si sighed, "The Master has changed so much; if it were the old him, he certainly wouldn’t allow me to harm myself . But over the past year... never mind, let’s not talk about it. No matter what, our lives were all saved by the Master. And now that the Mistress has found the Master, even if the Master plans to leave Mist Capital, he will take the Mistress with him. I believe the Master will eventually remember those past things." "This is indeed reasonable." Tie Yi agreed, but she also felt some pity for Tie Si. Yet Tie Si said, "The Seventh Princess, though she has stayed in Jiangnan for a long time and seems like a disabled person, is exceptionally cunning, and even our Master suffered losses at her hands before. Since I chose to be the Master’s double, I must do it well, never revealing any flaw for her to discover." Therefore, she procured a folk remedy, which could mute a person if used in a specific way, but by reducing the dosage, it resulted in her current condition.