Zhi Chen pondered, "Since Fanbang is her support, to clip this wing is akin to cutting off her arm. But this matter must be handled carefully, revealing no traces." Next, Lan Gu reported a few other matters, but these were trivial. As Lan Gu was about to leave, she pushed open the door and saw a steaming bowl of noodles placed at the threshold, with a pair of chopsticks on top. Lan Gu was surprised to see this, raised an eyebrow, and immediately turned to glance ambiguously at her master. "The mistress treats you well, after hardships come sweet rewards, you’ll have your day." Liang Zhichen was momentarily stunned, then, upon seeing the bowl of noodles, he stood in shock. Lan Gu left, and Liang Zhichen picked up the bowl of noodles, standing in the night. The lights in the adjacent mistress’s room had already been turned off. The noodles were hot, also scalding, warming his entire heart. She seemed to be avoiding him, yet deep down, she must still care, right? Otherwise, why secretly be so good to him? But actually, he somewhat understood in his heart. Her kindness to him, perhaps, was not for him, but for the past him, the version he had forgotten. What did that other self do to make her so deeply affectionate? Why does she love not the present him, but the past him, whom he does not know, another version... During these days, Dong Huiying had been nestled in the room studying medical skills and Poison Gu Books. As she focused intently on her books, Shu Yu quietly accompanied her; and when she was free, occasionally Shu Yu would play a tune for her. The experiences they had been through seemed to have made Shu Yu quite mature. Shu Yu used to be delicate, willful, and somewhat immature, but since coming to Jiangnan, he had gradually changed. Experience leads to wisdom, more or less like that. Especially after the two had shared the room, the man’s attitude changed even more noticeably. As if pierced through a thin paper, revealing another state, he truly treated him as a little woman to spoil, even though he couldn’t help the sarcastic remarks, always saying he was too foolish, yet he worried about her, rambling on, revealing utmost warmth. After being cooped up in the room for several days, Dong Huiying grew a bit weary, so on this day, she went out together with Shu Yu. They walked down the street, passing by a stall, and she suddenly stopped. It was... the stall was full of dried medicinal herbs. And the stall owner was actually a Fanbang man. This man appeared to be in his twenties, with a tall build and very fair skin, but his face was disfigured, and he looked quite haggard, dressed in the most common coarse linen clothing, appearing very down-and-out. Dong Huiying observed him for a long time, staring at the scars on his face, inadvertently reminded of her taciturn fourth husband. At the end of the road, a group of people striding grandly, in the center were a man and woman from Fanbang. These two saw the stall owner, mocked him, and cursed in the Fanbang language. This Fanbang language is rarely understood within Dayuan. But Dong Huiying understood it well, translated simply, it meant—they were just calling him a disgrace. Seemingly blaming him for embarrassing their noble kind?