Lu Yuyan raised his eyebrows arrogantly: "As long as there are medicinal herbs, there's no problem. Don't you even know who your brother is?"

"The Prince An's mansion has a huge medicinal herb warehouse, which will be yours from now on." Lu Xiaoyun waved her hand generously.

Lu Yuyan clicked his tongue twice: "You're really ruthless when it comes to giving away things that aren't yours."

The road was slippery, making it difficult for the carriage to move. Zhu Yu fainted, his drooping head occasionally bumping against the carriage wall.

The thumping sound was quite unpleasant to hear.

Half an hour later, Lu Yuyan couldn't stand it any longer: "If you let him keep crashing like that, he'll get a concussion sooner or later."

She then scooped Zhu Yu up and shoved him into Lu Xiaoyun's arms, saying, "After all, it's your own body."

Lu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and had no choice but to pull the person into her arms.

The carriage fell silent for a moment. Lu Yuyan looked at Lu Xiaoyun, then at the window, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Speak if you have something to say."

Lu Yuyan sat up straighter and pursed his lips for a while before saying, "Um, Zhang Hao, something happened to him."

Zhang Hao, I haven't heard this name in a long time.

But Lu Xiaoyun's heart still clenched. Those years of unforgettable memories had turned into strangers in the end.

"I have nothing to do with him anymore. Don't mention him in front of me again." The voice that came out was hoarse.

From the moment she learned that Zhang Hao was avoiding her going on blind dates under pressure from his mother, their relationship was already over.

Now, they are separated by two thousand years, living in different eras, and they will never meet again in this lifetime.

Lu Yuyan nodded silently.