"It's okay if you don't believe me, but I'm not giving this cat back to you."

He Yunze took a deep breath, struggling to process the news.

Looking at the person in front of him, he thought that the way she spoke with her brows furrowed was extremely beautiful.

Scenes from my past and present lives suddenly flashed through my mind.

The scene that was originally something that only appeared in his dreams was now clearly in front of him, and the owner of that scene was no longer Song Ruoan.

He was absolutely certain that the person was Song Xizhi.

He Yunze breathed heavily, his voice trembling slightly with tension, even carrying a hint of despair and resentment: "You...you like candied hawthorns, you like reading storybooks, you like drinking milk..."

Why would you like things that nobles would never even look at?

"Aren't you afraid of being looked down upon? Aren't you afraid of being considered lowly and unworthy of respect?"

Song Xizhi looked at him with a puzzled expression. The Divine Physician Rihua noticed something amiss in his words and quickly stood up to shield Song Xizhi.

Song Xizhi stroked his soft palm and said gently to He Yunze, "They only look down on people, not things."

"Even if you wear fine silks and satins, adorn yourself with gold and silver jewelry, and eat the finest delicacies, they will still look down on you and only say, 'You're all show and no substance.'"

"The candied hawthorn and the storybook are innocent. They are neither superior nor inferior. If they are, it is because they are implicated by their owners, just like this tabby cat, who cannot judge people well."

Song Xizhi felt that in his previous life, he was actually the same person as He Yunze.

They all live in comparison, they all misjudge people, and they all strive to gain the approval and praise of others, even at the cost of everything.

The storybooks and trinkets that He Yunze liked in his previous life were considered lowbrow by Huang Shi. However, when he became prime minister, even though Song Ruoan disliked them, she had to pretend to be very interested.

No one dared to say anything to him anymore.

He Yunze, having risen to the position of prime minister, believed he had found his soulmate, never suspecting that it was merely a hypocritical pretense by Song Ruoan.

I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse.

He Yunze stared blankly at Song Xizhi's calm face, Song Xizhi's words echoing in his ears.

Her words were full of implications; just a slight touch of their meaning caused He Yunze to break out in a cold sweat, his back even getting soaked.

He felt Song Xizhi's gaze, but suddenly dared not look into Song Xizhi's clear black and white eyes. His heart was pounding wildly, but he walked out with heavy steps, as if he had done something wrong.

He hadn't walked more than a few steps when he collapsed heavily to the ground with a thud.

The servants rushed forward and surrounded him in a large group.

Song Xizhi and the divine physician Rihua remained standing in place, ignoring the commotion outside.

The renowned physician, observing Song Xizhi's ever-changing expression and unsure of his thoughts, quickly approached Song Xizhi and whispered:

"Hey, who was that guy who just came over?"

Song Xizhi only came to her senses when she heard the voice of the Divine Physician Rihua. She replied, "That is He Yunce, the second young master of the Marquis of Anding. He is also my uncle."

After Song Xizhi finished speaking, the Divine Physician Rihua suddenly let out a profound sigh.

"Your uncle is infertile!"