In the quiet night, the two sat facing each other, with a pot of tea and a lamp, their eyes locked, each sharing their innermost thoughts.

They didn't disperse until the night was deep. However, when Qin Su left, the look in his eyes as he looked at Mo Lan was filled with undisguised reluctance.

Even so, Mo Lan didn't think much of it. She only felt that during this critical period, besides a few close guards, Qin Su only had her as a friend who was neither too close nor too distant.

In the days that followed, Mo Lan sent Han Shuang out to gather information and had Song Jian and Xiong Da experience the lives of ordinary people in the streets and alleys of Liangjing.

As for herself, she frequented the various casinos and upscale entertainment venues in Liangjing.

I witnessed the extravagant spending of the aristocratic scions of Liangjing, and I also witnessed the filth hidden in the shadows.

However, during this time, she also made a friend named An Ziyu, a high-class playboy.

I consider myself to have refined taste and elegant interests.

Of course, she was also good-looking, dressed in white, with a rosy complexion, and destined to be a romantic.

In comparison, Mo Lan remained noncommittal, but compared to those annoying playboys, An Ziyu was indeed more likable.

At the very least, he did not abuse his power, harass respectable women, or harm ordinary people.

Without comparison, there is no harm. Compared to the four street-cleaning tigers of Jiang County, An Ziyu is a rare and elegant young master.

He could compose poems and songs with ease, and was generous with his words on romance and nature. Whenever he appeared, he would always make the girls scream and the young wives blush and their hearts race.

Along the way, one would always find a few handkerchiefs and silk flowers in their arms.

Sure enough, the two had just sat down in the teahouse when a waiter came running over.

"Young Master An, this is your favorite Yunwu tea, a gift from the lady in private room number three. She said, 'Meeting is fate, fine tea, young master!'"

Mo Lan: "..."

"Hehe... I'm so grateful to the waiter for making this trip for me. Thank you for your kindness, young lady. I would be very grateful if you could accept it."

An Ziyu opened her folding fan with a smile and shrugged innocently, "There's nothing I can do, life is always full of surprises."

Seeing his smug look, Mo Lan curled her lips into a smile, "They say it's hardest to bear the kindness of a beautiful woman, aren't you afraid of getting your face scratched one day?"

"Haha... Brother Fengyu, don't forget, this young master is romantic but not vulgar. Even in the jungle, I can keep myself completely untouched by a single leaf."

Mo Lan twitched her lips, "If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet."

"Don't worry, I change to a new one every day."

"...Alright, I'll benefit from following you too!" Mo Lan looked at him, her face was like a peach blossom, and she knew she would never be able to leave him for the rest of her life.

"Brother Fengyu, there's a tea party the day after tomorrow. Would you be interested in attending?"

"I'm a rough guy, I have no interest in those things,"

A group of refined scholars, each spouting vulgar and obscene words, gave listeners goosebumps. She had no masochistic tendencies, so she wouldn't let others poison her ears.

An Ziyu looked at Mo Lan's disgusted expression, shook his head, and burst into laughter.

"Haha... Brother Fengyu, you're really interesting, quite witty."

"I'm telling the truth." Mo Lan took a sip of tea. They were both from aristocratic families, but look at how well they lived, and then look at Qin Su, that poor kid.

The two haven't seen each other since their last late-night conversation, and they have no idea how far things have progressed in his case.

After parting ways with An Ziyu, Mo Lan eventually arrived at a farmhouse.

This is the courtyard she recently purchased. The gatekeeper is an old man in his sixties, whom Han Shuangshuang found. He used to be a steward at the music pavilion.

He was also a loyal supporter of Yue Jianke.