"Of course I don't mind. I wouldn't fuss over something so trivial," Ye Feng said, waving his hand.

“You are much more generous than I imagined,” Zhao Yanzhi said.

"What kind of person do you imagine me to be?" Night Wind asked.

After a moment of thought, Zhao Yanzhi replied, "From what I've learned in history books, you are a wise leader and a powerful martial artist, but at the same time, you are also a cruel, bloodthirsty, and violent person."

"Those who wrote the book actually portrayed me like this?" Ye Feng frowned.

“It’s clear those people don’t understand you, and they’ve misled me,” Zhao Yanzhi said with a smile.

Night Wind nodded in agreement, then glanced at the Void Dream Lamp.

Seemingly sensing Ye Feng's interest, Zhao Yanzhi asked, "Your Highness, I've noticed that you've been admiring my lamp since just now?"

"I'm just curious, you should understand how I feel. After all, there weren't such sophisticated lighting tools seven hundred years ago. It's like you've just woken up and found yourself surrounded by all sorts of new things, so naturally you'd be curious too," Night Wind said with a chuckle.

"I see, that's really interesting," Zhao Yanzhi nodded.

Ye Feng invited Zhao Yanzhi to sit down and asked, "Madam Zhao, why do you seem unwell? You look pale and your complexion isn't very good. Do you have some kind of illness?"

"I've just been frail and sickly since childhood. Although Hua Yun has hired a qualified spiritual medicine master for me, it's difficult for him to restore my health," Zhao Yanzhi said vaguely.

Seeing that Zhao Yanzhi seemed unwilling to explain, Ye Feng changed the subject.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Yanzhi rubbed her forehead and said, "I'm really sorry, I'm a little sleepy. Let's have a proper chat another day."

“It is indeed getting late, Madam, you should go back and rest early,” Ye Feng said.

Zhao Yanzhi nodded gently, then picked up the lantern and walked outside.

Watching Zhao Yanzhi's departing figure and the lantern growing ever more distant, Ye Feng's brows furrowed tightly.

Judging from its appearance, that lantern is undoubtedly the Void Dream Lantern, a tenth-grade perfect spiritual artifact that Luo Tong helped He Na create seven hundred years ago!

But how could a tenth-grade perfect spiritual artifact not have a single fluctuation of spiritual energy?

Could it be just a similar-looking counterfeit?

As the night breeze continued to ponder, Bauhinia, wrapped in a blanket, suddenly rolled over and mumbled sleepily, "Old Deng, close the window, the wind is so strong..."

Night Breeze glanced at the already closed window and said irritably, "Stop talking in your sleep, get up!"

The night wind howled several times before Zijing finally crawled out of the blanket, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"What are you doing? I'm very grumpy when I wake up!" Zijing said angrily.

“Just now, Zhao Yanzhi came to visit me, and I talked with her for about half an hour,” Ye Feng said.

"What? Zhao Yanzhi? Li Huayun's wife?"

Zijing's eyes darted around, then she leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "You two didn't do anything you shouldn't have, did you? Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone..."

Night Wind slapped Zijing on the buttocks, making Zijing howl in pain.

"I'm being serious, don't joke around," Ye Feng said with a stern face.

Zijing rubbed her bottom and muttered, "Okay, okay, then tell me what you talked about."

"The content of our conversation is not important. What is important is that I saw a lantern in her hand. That lantern is a tenth-grade perfect spiritual artifact that I helped someone craft seven hundred years ago by collecting materials. It is called the Void Dream Lantern," Ye Feng said slowly.

Upon hearing the words "Grade 10 Perfected Spiritual Artifact," Zijing's eyes widened instantly and began to sparkle.

It's obvious that Zijing has linked a tenth-grade perfect spiritual artifact with something priceless.

Seeing Ye Feng's angry expression, Zi Jing quickly straightened her face and said, "Oh, it seems that this city lord's wife has a big problem!"

"Nonsense," Ye Feng said irritably.

Zijing said, "Then can we understand it this way: the conspiracy surrounding Huasheng City actually has nothing to do with Li Huayun, the city lord, but was actually orchestrated by the city lord's wife behind the scenes?"

Before Ye Feng could even ask, Zi Jing had already given her reason.

"Because that Li Huayun looks very ordinary. He is not a martial artist; he is just an ordinary person."

"On the contrary, the city lord's wife has shown all sorts of abnormalities. Moreover, Old Deng, you even saw the city lord's wife in the memories of that Elder of the Eternal Dream. The city lord's wife is doing something very dangerous, isn't she?"

Zijing's words make a lot of sense, and Yefeng thinks so too.

"It seems I'll have to subtly inquire about it again tomorrow," Ye Feng said.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, Ye Feng and Zi Jing arrived at the main hall on the first floor of the city lord's mansion, led by a servant.

There was a long dining table set up, with delicious breakfast dishes on it.

Although the breakfast wasn't very lavish, it looked quite appealing, resembling delicate pastries.

"I wonder if Lord Luo had a comfortable stay last night?" Li Huayun asked.

Night Breeze nodded with a smile: "There's nothing I'm not used to. It's very nice here, much more comfortable than my Silla City. Don't laugh at me, but I, the lord of Silla City, still live in a tent."

"Haha, Xinluo City is currently under construction, which is normal," Li Huayun said with a smile.

Zijing grumbled, "Everything else is fine, but the guest room you arranged is drafty! Even though the doors and windows are all closed tightly, cold air is still blowing into the room..."

Upon hearing Zijing's words, Li Huayun immediately looked apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, this city lord's mansion hasn't been repaired for several years. I didn't expect it to give you such a bad experience. I will definitely repair it properly next time, and I hope you will be satisfied when you come again," Li Huayun said hurriedly.

Ye Feng glared at Zi Jing before saying, "Lord Li, please don't mind. We're actually living quite well; it's just that this guy is too willful."

"I was telling the truth..." Zijing muttered softly.

Ye Feng chatted and laughed with Li Huayun, the city lord of Huasheng City, but the topic of conversation gradually shifted to the refugees.

Night Breeze probed indirectly, "I've recently encountered a strange thing. I wonder if Lord Li would be interested in hearing my story?"

"What strange thing is it? Lord Luo, please tell me." Li Huayun said with a smile.