Song Xiaoliulang came to Fengyue Tower that night. Listening to Ying'er's words, he was absent-minded. After returning home, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he went straight to the Lu residence.

Lu Yinghuai was preoccupied with the Chrysanthemum Festival two days later and was busy dressing up. He kept thinking about how to make Yunling fall in love at first sight. When he heard Kong Qing report that Song Xiaoliulang was coming to visit, he changed back into his ordinary clothes and went out to greet him.

"Ying Huai, I came in such a hurry, did I disturb your rest?"

"No, it's just that you're here so late, Liu Lang, is there something urgent?"

Song Xiaoliulang took the teacup from Kong Qing and asked in return, "Do you own a piece of land in Dongtou Village?"

"Liu Lang's ears are really sharp; he's saved it so quickly?"

"Isn't I going to the brothel tonight? Ying'er told me this while we were talking. She said that if you want to buy land, why go there? The village is small, and I heard that the previous owner was a scoundrel in the village. I think it would be better to sell it off early and buy a piece elsewhere, which would save a lot of trouble."

Lu Yinghuai's lips unconsciously curled upwards. It seemed that the little fellow's business had expanded to brothels, and he probably had a very good relationship with the madam, which explained how he could order Ying'er around.

However, if it's about doing business with brothels, with so many young ladies in brothels, plus orders from other customers in the city, the quantity must be quite large, which is why we need to rush to Qingcheng to buy cotton.

He had been to their house before; it wasn't big, and with beekeeping and mushroom cultivation, there was very little usable space. Now they were begging at the brothel, saying they were swamped with work, so he figured they really had no other choice.

Who knows, she might even smuggle cotton onto that land. Would she stay there overnight to prevent others from tampering with it?

Once Lu Yinghuai had this idea, he had no choice but to go.

But Song Xiaoliulang had no idea about his little schemes. Seeing that he didn't speak, he continued to persuade him:

“I’m telling you the truth. Feng shui is the most important thing when buying a house. If you buy the wrong one, the house will be unsettled, and even the health of the family members will be greatly affected.”

Lu Yinghuai was even more amused. "Did your Ying'er tell you these things?"

"No, no."

Although Song Xiaoliulang said this, Lu Yinghuai could tell from his subtle actions that these words were spoken by that Ying'er, or rather, that his little fellow taught someone to say them.

"I am aware of this matter and will give it serious consideration. It is already late, so I will not keep Liu Lang here to rest."

"Ying Huai, you're making me rush back so late, I—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was pushed out, and the door slammed shut behind him.

He immediately sensed that something was wrong with Lu Yinghuai, something very wrong.

Lu Yinghuai led Kong Qing out the back door, but after thinking for a moment, he turned back, ran to the kitchen, grabbed a piece of meat, and got into the carriage with a smile.

The carriage drove towards Dongtou Village in the darkness. Lu Yinghuai told Kong Qing to stop the carriage a short distance from the Yun family's house.

He picked up the meat and tiptoed toward the main house.

Xiao Bai jumped up at the sound of movement. It caught Lu Yinghuai's scent, and its tail spiraled into a spiral. When it saw the piece of meat in his hand, it even forgot about Yun Ling and went to rub against Lu Yinghuai's feet in a cheeky manner.

After Lu Yinghuai dealt with Xiaobai, he entered the house and saw a field of bamboo poles covered with cotton. Yunling was sleeping on a recliner. Although there were thick quilts, a recliner was not as comfortable as a bed. Moreover, it was cold outside and even colder at night. How could she suffer like this?

Couldn't she hire someone to guard it?

Lu Yinghuai walked back to the carriage, took a custom-made charcoal stove from it. It was long and easy to lift. After loading it with charcoal, it was incredibly warm.

He tiptoed into the room, placed the stove next to the recliner, and the warmth made Yunling turn her head. The big black cat in her arms opened its eyes, glanced at Lu Yinghuai, and then went back to snoring and sleeping.

Lu Yinghuai slowly sat on the threshold. The charcoal in the stove burned brightly, reflecting Yun Ling's face. Her eyelashes were curved upwards, her nose was small, and her mouth was also small.

Lu Yinghuai mustered all his strength to suppress the urge to poke her cheek. He leaned his head against the door frame, as if only in this way could he get closer to her, even closer.

The crackling of the charcoal in the stove pulled Lu Yinghuai back from his dream. Dawn was breaking, and he could only stand up, take a few more glances at Yunling, and then leave with the charcoal stove.

No one but him knows what happened tonight.

The traces of his presence will fade, but the desire to grow old with her will reach its peak.

He will definitely get what he wants.

The carriage wheels clattered, and Yunling's recliner creaked. She stretched and rubbed her sleepy eyes, only to be startled by the sight of her father's face looming large before her.

"Grandpa, people can scare each other to death!"

"I see you laughing, and I want to know what you're laughing at."

Yunling touched the corner of her mouth, "I wasn't laughing, Grandpa is just trying to make me laugh."

Old Man Yun put his hands behind his back and said, "Are you laughing in your sleep, secretly telling your grandfather, are you thinking about your lover?"

"Grandpa, you're so mean! I'll tell Grandma right now that you're disrespectful to your elders."

Old Man Yun immediately fell silent, pursed his lips, and finally covered them with his hand, making Yun Ling laugh.

Yunling recalled that dream. Perhaps it was because the night was too cold. She dreamed of a large stove, which was so warm that she couldn't help but want to get closer. That was all. It had nothing to do with the grand idea her grandfather had about missing her lover.

Yunling didn't take it to heart. After returning home, she washed up, ate breakfast, picked up her kapok slingshot, and buried herself in her work until the Chrysanthemum Festival, when she finally managed to steal a moment of leisure.

Yunling was preoccupied with getting dressed early in the morning. She was going to have a meeting with Young Master Lu today, and if she dressed too casually, he might think she was being rude. If she dressed too formally, she would feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Zhang had prepared in advance. Yunling's skin was originally quite fair, but after sunbathing in Qimin and then in Qingcheng, her skin naturally wasn't as fair as Yun Chu's and the others.

Therefore, Zhang chose a ginger-yellow narrow-sleeved shirt, which not only complemented her skin tone but also perfectly matched the theme of the Chrysanthemum Festival, achieving two goals at once.

Yunling, holding up her narrow-sleeved shirt, frowned. "Mother, this will probably clash with the colors of many young ladies."

"We might wear the same shirt as someone else, but it's not easy to find one that matches this navy blue long skirt. It also looks sophisticated and shows a great attitude."

Yunling took the long dress. The color of the dress looked lighter than black, but darker than blue. To be honest, it had a certain charm.