Clearly, Gu An'an was beating around the bush.

Jiang Yong'an didn't press the matter further. Watching the young tiger happily eating the roasted pheasant, he felt as if the tiger had become a spirit.

How can someone be so smart?

Gu An'an was playing with the tiger's tail, wishing she could turn it into a rope and play with it in all sorts of ways.

The little tiger wagged its tail from time to time, showing no sign of objection.

Jiang Yong'an felt this way of playing was a bit childish, but Bao'er...

Bao'er.

"Do the children play with it too?"

Gu An'an smiled but didn't say anything, putting down the tiger tail in her hand. "Alright, don't eat food that humans throw away, or you won't even know how you died. I'm going home now, I'll come see you again in a few days."

Judging by the time, Zhu'er and the others should be back by now, and she should go down the mountain back to the city.

Having made a great harvest on the mountain, Gu An'an felt that she probably wouldn't need to take care of Butcher Jia's business for about half a month.

Going up the mountain is not easy, and coming down the mountain is not easy either.

Especially since Jiang Yong'an was with him.

Jiang Laosan had many questions, but Gu An'an wasn't in the mood to answer them, nor did she intend to be a considerate person.

The two walked down the mountain in silence. Jiang Mingyi and the others hadn't arrived yet, but they did see an old acquaintance.

Grandma Jiang came over, leaning on her cane, her steps unsteady.

As the saying goes, enemies are especially hateful when they meet. Old Mrs. Jiang's eyes were bloodshot, and she wished she could devour Gu An'an alive.

But in the end, he still said to his son, "Third son, today is the anniversary of your father's death. Don't you even remember that?"

Gu An'an subconsciously looked at Jiang Yong'an. Was there such a thing?

She didn't really remember it.

However, Jiang Yong'an's expression was very calm, clearly indicating that he had no intention of acting as a filial son at the grave.

Gu An'an coughed lightly, "Since you helped me carry the wild boar down, I'll protect you today."

Her voice was very low, as if a lover were whispering in her ear.

Jiang Yong'an was stunned for a moment. "What?"

Turning around, she saw Gu An'an smiling as she walked over. "Old Madam, please be careful what you say. Today is the 50th birthday of our Emperor Longqing. What are you talking about, such as an anniversary of death? Aren't you afraid of offending the Emperor and causing him trouble?"

Grandma Jiang froze upon hearing this.

Gu An'an continued, "If you've offended him, it just means the old man died at the wrong time, so don't make a big fuss about it. Besides, I didn't hear you going to pay your respects during Qingming and Zhongyuan Festivals, so why are you pretending now?"