The afterglow of the sunset turned even redder at this moment, the drifting clouds had long been blown away by the wind, and before nightfall, the birds began to return to their nests.

The chirping of swallows rose again from under the eaves, and the room, no longer so bright, began to grow dim. Qin Ze released his now warm hand, sat on the edge of the bed, and whispered:

“You lost something earlier, and I found it for you.”

Jin Changge's face was hidden by the shadows of the bed curtains, which made her somewhat relaxed. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly as she spoke softly:

"What?"

Qin Ze reached behind him and, in a flash, a silver-white sword appeared in his hand. But now, the white blade was covered with a crimson glow, and for a moment it didn't look like a sword at all, but more like a red belt.

It was that same soft sword that had once ravaged the land under the moonlight, terrifying all the foreigners.

The moment the water-repelling technique appeared before her eyes, Jin Changge's fingertips trembled involuntarily. She looked at Qin Ze's face, seemingly unable to believe it for a moment.

Qin Ze turned around and offered the sword hilt to Jin Changge.

Jin Changge reached out and took it. Only when she touched the hilt did she realize that Bishui seemed to be a little different.

On one side of the vermilion sword hilt is carved a five-clawed golden dragon engulfed in flames and soaring through the clouds, while on the other side is a five-colored golden phoenix reborn from the ashes and spreading its wings to ascend into the blue sky.

Jin Changge gently gripped the hilt of the sword. Although the two patterns were not exquisitely carved, and could even be described as somewhat rough, it was clear at a glance that they were hastily engraved. However, the meaning they represented was self-evident.

Although the water-repelling device felt as light as a feather, Jin Changge, holding it in his hand at this moment, felt it weighed more than a thousand pounds.

"With this sword, I will punish the tyrannical emperor above and behead the treacherous ministers below!"

"This is the right I'm giving you, and I believe you will always live up to it and will never let me down," Qin Ze said to Jin Changge, word by word.

Jin Changge gripped the Bishui tightly, met Qin Ze's solemn gaze, and replied sternly:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ze pursed his lips slightly and said with a smile:

"When I get old and senile, if I do something foolish, you should hold this sword and face me."

Jin Changge's face flushed slightly, and she said in a low voice:

"By then I will be too old to lift it."

"What should we do then?" Qin Ze pursed his lips, leaned forward, and whispered something in Jin Changge's ear.

After saying this, before Jin Changge could react, he had already gotten up and walked outside, laughing as he said:

"Take good care of yourself, and come back to Jinling with me in the future."

He waved his arm and leisurely stepped out of the room.

Outside the door, against a wall, Xu Zhu said with a stern face:

"You'd better listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

"The story goes that a father and son were carrying a jar of wine home, planning to have a good drink with some snacks that evening. But the road was too slippery, and they broke the jar before they even got home. The father was furious. The son, on the other hand, prostrated himself and drank it down."

At this point, Dian Wei, who had been listening intently, scratched his head in annoyance: "Is this what you call a joke?"

"None of your jokes are funny! They're complete nonsense!"

Qing'er remained silent, her round eyes fixed on Xu Chu. Xu Chu stroked his beard and said calmly:

"Wait, I haven't finished yet."

"The son didn't say one more thing. Once he said it, things would get funny."

Dian Wei frowned deeply. "Speak quickly!"

Xu Zhurun ​​cleared his throat: "Then my son said—if you don't drink now, are you going to wait for the food to be served?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qing'er covered her mouth and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Just then, Qin Ze walked past the three of them. Dian Wei turned his head and saw him with a big smile on his face, looking very pleased with himself.

Dian Wei hurriedly said, "My lord, you heard that too? Is that funny?"

Qin Ze didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand and smiled:

"Of course it's funny."

Finally, he added, "Little girl, bring her some food; she's hungry."

Qing'er was stunned, and looking at Qin Ze walking away, she hurriedly said, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Xu Chu then walked forward, saying, "What are you still standing here for? Are you waiting for your food too? Let's go, let's go."

Dian Wei grimaced and scratched his head, turned to look at the open door, then turned to look at Qin Ze who had already left with a smile, and finally stomped his foot and chased after him.

Before long, Qing'er hurriedly returned to her room with the food.

"Miss, dinner is ready." Qing'er placed the simple meal on the table and walked towards the bed, with Jin Changge's back to her.

"Miss?" Qing'er tilted her head, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out her hand.

"Huh?" Jin Changge turned around at this moment, his expression clearly somewhat dazed.

"Miss, dinner is ready."

"Oh, okay." Jin Changge agreed and slowly sat up from the bed. Qing'er got up and brought over the food: "Miss, eat in bed. Get a good night's sleep tonight, and you should feel better tomorrow."

Jin Changge did not refuse, took the food from Qing'er's hands, and ate it in small bites.

Qing'er sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze sweeping over the young woman before she asked softly, "Miss, what did His Majesty say to you?"

"He looked very happy when he went out."

Jin Changge blushed slightly, but kept her head down and ate without responding.

"Tell me, Miss, I want to know..." Qing'er leaned forward coquettishly, placing her hand on Jin Changge's quilt.

"Miss?"

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