Wei Yunrou passed by and saw the paste on Wei Che's head and laughed out loud. The laughter was clear and loud, echoing in the courtyard.

"Fifth brother, what's wrong with you? It's ridiculous to have that thing on your head!"

She smiled and pointed at Wei Che's head, her eyes narrowed into slits.

Wei Che felt a little embarrassed by her laughter. He reached out and touched the cream on his head, but his mind was full of Su Huaiyue's lively appearance when she was joking just now.

Her playful eyes, slightly pouting lips, and that reproachful tone of voice were all playing in his mind like a movie.

"What do children know?"

Wei Che feigned helplessness and glared at Wei Yunrou, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Wei Yunrou had no intention of letting Wei Che go. She stopped laughing, rolled her eyes, and a sly smile appeared on her face. She approached Wei Che and asked with a smile, "Fifth brother, tell me the truth, do you have a sweetheart?"

Her eyes were bright and full of curiosity, like a little fox who had discovered something new.

When Wei Che heard this, his face suddenly became hot and his ears turned slightly red.

But his face was still as calm as before. He coughed and said, "Nonsense, who could have a sweetheart?"

After saying that, he urged Wei Yunrou to go and rest quickly, and he left quickly, touching his ears.

The next day, sunlight shone through the thin clouds and fell on the earth.

Wei Che went to visit Lin Yuan's home with a bag of silver and a piece of fine writing ink.

Lin Yuan's residence was still as simple as ever, with weeds growing in the yard and a few wild flowers growing tenaciously in the corner.

Holding a bag of silver and a set of fine writing brushes and ink, Wei Che stepped into Lin Yuan's slightly dilapidated courtyard.

In the yard, weeds grow wildly and a few wild flowers struggle to bloom in the corners, adding a bit of loneliness to this deserted yard.

Lin Yuan was sitting in front of the house weaving straw sandals. He was thin, with a slightly bent back. Time had left deep marks on his face. His hair was gray and sparse, and the wrinkles on his face were crisscrossed like ravines. His hands were covered with calluses, rough and cracked, but he still flexibly moved between the straw ropes.

Wei Che walked in leisurely, his upright posture and steady steps forming a sharp contrast with the simple environment. He gently placed the things on the table and sat down on a stool nearby.

Lin Yuan didn't even look at the bag of silver, but carefully picked up the set of writing brushes and ink and stroked it gently.

His fingers gently stroked the pen, his eyes filled with love and emotion. In his hand, the pen seemed not just an ordinary piece of stationery, but a precious object that carried his past glory and dreams.

"Alas, I haven't used such a good thing for a long time. Since leaving the capital, life has been getting worse day by day."

He spoke, his voice a little hoarse, carrying the vicissitudes of time, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart, carrying endless loneliness and helplessness.

Wei Che smiled faintly, his eyes revealing determination and confidence.

He had an upright posture, and his plain robe only highlighted his extraordinary temperament. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his deep eyes were like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, shining brightly at this moment.

"Master Lin, don't worry. It's not impossible that you will be able to use better pens and ink produced by the best memorial archway in the capital in the future."

He raised his chin slightly, his expression showing an unquestionable momentum, as if he had already seen the arrival of that day. His determined look was so moving that it moved people.

Lin Yuan looked up and his eyes met Wei Che's.

In Wei Che's eyes, he saw ambition burning like a flame and unwavering determination.

Those eyes were fiery and powerful, as if they could break through all obstacles and reach the goal.

Lin Yuan's heart was shaken. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "The emperor is now incompetent and treacherous."

He frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. "If the Wei family is willing to take the lead, perhaps many people will follow. But now that the Wei family is guilty, it may be difficult to convince the public. If you want to sit in that position, you must first make some achievements."

There was a hint of worry in his tone, fearing that the Wei family would find it difficult to realize their ambitions in their current predicament; but there was also a hint of expectation, hoping that the Wei family could find an opportunity to turn things around and regain their former glory.

Wei Che shook his head gently, his eyes devoid of any desire for power. "Lord Lin, I have no interest in that supreme position. I am simply unwilling to accept the current state of the Wei family. The Wei family has been loyal for generations, yet they have suffered such injustice. I simply want to return to the capital and clear the case and clear my name."

His voice was low and powerful, and every word sounded like a vow from the bottom of his heart.

Lin Yuan asked again in disbelief: "Are you sure? This is an opportunity that many people dream of."

Wei Che nodded firmly: "I am sure that there are many people in the capital who endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens. It is not the turn of a cripple like me."

He smiled self-deprecatingly and glanced at his injured leg.

Lin Yuan also took a look at Wei Che's injured leg and sighed deeply.

He patted Wei Che's shoulder and said, "I will continue to contact Mr. Lu Jin, the teacher. If you change your mind in the future, Wei Che, remember to tell me. I am very optimistic about you and believe that you will achieve great things."

Wei Che stood up and thanked Lin Yuan respectfully: "Master Lin, thank you for your care. If the Wei family ever makes a name for itself, we will never forget your kindness."

After saying this, he turned and left, his steps still firm and powerful.

After leaving Lin Yuan's house, Wei Che went to Li Ruolan's house.

Li Ruolan's yard is quite spacious, but traces of time are entangled in every corner like spider silk.

The lime on the courtyard wall has become mottled and fallen off, revealing pieces of gray bricks and stones, as if telling stories of the past.

There were some simple tables and chairs placed in the yard. The edges and corners of the tables and chairs were severely worn, and the paint had peeled off, making them look shabby.

Li Ruolan was sitting on a chair in the courtyard playing chess. Her posture was elegant, but she could not hide the fatigue and loneliness in her eyes.

Even if an old dress is washed clean, it cannot hide the oldness of the fabric.

Her hair was casually tied up and fixed with only a wooden hairpin. A few strands of hair hung down beside her cheeks, making her look even more haggard.

Seeing Wei Che coming, she just glanced at him lightly, without any ripples in her eyes, as if Wei Che's arrival was just an ordinary little thing.

"If you still want me to pretend to be a maid, you have to pay more."

Her tone was flat, without any enthusiasm, as if nothing in the world could arouse her interest.

Wei Che walked forward with a smile. His steps were steady, and his dark blue robe swayed gently with his movements.