"Don't be so impatient. Her precious son has to rely on real ability to compete for the new Valley Master position. I'm not stupid." Song Xiwei winked at Ao Qian.

Ao swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and stood silently beside her, his eyes sharply sweeping over the woman and the young man beside her.

Compared to the woman's dismissive tone, the young man appeared much more humble.

"Meng Shu greets Valley Master Song and fellow disciples." As soon as the young man who called himself Meng Shu spoke, the entire reception room erupted in discussion.

Song Xiwei had Xiao Zhuang investigate the true identities of the mother and son, but Xiao Zhuang's investigation only scratched the surface, revealing that the two were either rich or noble.

Hearing the discussions among the disciples in the valley, I belatedly realized something.

She once traveled to various countries and passed through a mysterious little country called Sheng.

I was busy with other things at the time and only noticed that the country was very mysterious.

Now that I think about it, the royal surname of that country was Meng, and the clothes worn by the mother and son were made of rare gold thread, which only came from the Sheng Kingdom.

It seems that the old valley master's junior sister married the king of Sheng Kingdom back then.

But why has there been no word of it all these years?

There's no need to hide the fact that disciples from Fengbo Valley are marrying out of the village so strictly.

Upon closer reflection, it seems that the Sheng Kingdom is hiding some unknown secret.

Song Xiwei gave a brief greeting to the mother and son. As she was about to leave, Ao Qian asked her, "There's something strange about this mother and son. They probably have other motives besides the position of Valley Master. How do you plan to deal with them?"

Song Xiwei rubbed the tip of her nose. "I don't know either. Let's just take it one step at a time."

"Can I...?"

"Can't!"

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" Ao Qian looked at Song Xiwei in surprise.

Song Xiwei couldn't help but pinch Aoqian's cheek. "Your cultivation has improved, but that mother and son are not easy to mess with. Don't provoke them."

"I'll think of a way to get rid of them without anyone noticing," Ao said in a low voice.

Song Xiwei shook her head helplessly, "You, how can you be so funny!"

Aoqian: "..." Song Xiwei's teasing displeased Aoqian.

He glared at her with a wronged look on his face, "I'm not kidding you, I don't like that mother and son!"

"Why don't you like it? I remember you were someone who rarely showed your emotions, so why are you so emotional towards two strangers? Young Master, this isn't like you." Song Xiwei felt that everything had a reason, so why was Aoqian acting this way?

Ao Qian's face was still very ugly, even showing obvious anger. "I hate having my plans ruined."

"What plans did their appearance disrupt?" Song Xiwei asked subconsciously. As soon as the words left her mouth, images of everyday meals she shared with Aoqian during their time together flashed through her mind...

It was as if I suddenly understood something.

She stared at Aoqian in astonishment, feeling a strange mix of emotions she couldn't quite explain.

The thought that such a rare peaceful day might be disrupted by the arrival of two strangers was indeed unsettling.

However, she is an easy person to adapt to and feels that there is no need to be overly cautious or make herself too nervous.

Aoqian's face was dark, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Worried that he might do something inappropriate behind her back, Song Xiwei earnestly took Aoqian's hand and asked, "Young Master, do you trust me?"

Aoqian remained silent, but he didn't shake off Song Xiwei's hand.