Jiutian sat on a small stool watching his second uncle lift the stone weight, and sighed, "But that woman will ruin things!"

Yin Jin'an thought she was referring to something that would ruin the Zhang family's business, and said, "Everyone has their own destiny. Why are you worrying so much at such a young age?"

"That's all we can do," Jiutian said, clapping his hands. "I'll protect my second uncle."

Yin Jin'an and Jiu Tian moved into the landlord Wang's courtyard on October 14th, and the matter did not cause much of a stir in the town.

Yin Jin'an was given the character "定" (ding) by the ninth day. The uncle and nephew were very close, and apart from the day they went to the landlord Wang's house, almost no one saw his face.

Because of the "hiss" in the courtyard of the landlord Wang's house, Yin Jin'an left the dining table and put on a black veil hat.

“Please help us get a horse-drawn carriage,” Yin Jin’an said.

In truth, he only wanted a horse, but to conceal the fact that his leg had healed, he asked for a carriage instead, which the landlord Wang readily agreed to.

October 15th, the sun was shining brightly.

Yin Jin'an felt uneasy early in the morning.

Annoying!

At noon, Ma Chenyang steamed a pot of white flour buns. Jiutian hugged the buns and ate them happily.

"Second Uncle, would you like some steamed buns? These steamed buns are so fragrant and sweet." Jiutian handed a warm steamed bun to Yin Jin'an.

For some reason, Jiutian's voice, which is usually sweet and soft, sounded like a drum to Yin Jin'an today, making his eardrums hurt.

Yin Jin'an held her head and rubbed her temples vigorously: "My head hurts."

Jiutian said, "Are you tired? Why don't you skip a day of practice and take a break?"

Yin Jin'an smiled and patted her head, saying, "You don't need to shout so loudly, your second uncle can hear you."

Jiutian touched his head in surprise. Was her voice really that loud?

But just as Yin Jin'an smiled and looked up, Jiu Tian saw his eyes.

His eyes were originally amber, but now they are red.

It's that kind of blood-red color, like blood about to overflow.

The steamed bun in Jiutian's hand fell to the ground with a thud, and tears instantly filled his eyes: "Second Uncle, what happened to your eyes? Does it hurt a lot?"

Yin Jin'an didn't feel any pain in his eyes, only a terrible headache. He shook his head vigorously, coaxing the little child, "Don't be afraid, Jiutian, I just have a bit of a headache."

Jiutian took his hand and led him to the water vat.

Two heads, one large and one small, were reflected on the smooth surface of the large water vat.

Yin Jin'an saw her own eyes, which were bright red, with her black pupils almost completely covered in red.

He approached the water and looked closely; indeed, his eyes had turned a bewitching red.

Yin Jin'an was both anxious and alarmed, trying hard to recall what had happened to this body before.

Since my mother's death, every full moon night, my hearing becomes incredibly clear, my mood becomes agitated, and then fragmented images start to flash through my mind—

A young boy was crammed into a war chariot and followed a vast army to the northwest.

As the sun began to set, its afterglow spread relentlessly across the boundless battlefield.

Someone was banging a gong near his ear. The war drums were deafening.

Chariots, warhorses, weapons, soldiers... the sound of wheels, the neighing of horses, the clanging of weapons, the cacophony of voices, pain, headache...

The boy was in so much pain that he lost his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a military camp tent, his body wrapped in white cloth, and he was slumped on the ground, completely powerless.

The army doctor was bandaging him up, and someone threw him a bowl of rice, saying, "Damn, you're amazing."

Then, he returned to the capital and was confined to a courtyard, where his personal old nanny held him and wept bitterly.

...

It was a terrible world, driven mad by sound.

Yin Jin'an felt that many of the original owner's memories had been erased, and he couldn't remember anything.

Something must have happened during that unremembered period of time.

Right now, he only feels an excruciating headache, a very bad one.

All sorts of noise, so noisy, so incredibly noisy.

He stuffed two wads of cotton into his ears, but it still couldn't block out the noise.

"Second Uncle, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, don't worry." Yin Jin'an frowned, her mood a little irritable, and said again, "Jiutian, don't speak so loudly, it's giving me a headache."

"But my voice is so soft!" Jiutian said, sounding almost like a mosquito's buzz. "Uncle, are you sick?"

"I don't know... It's too noisy." Yin Jin'an felt something was wrong; his head was throbbing so badly he wanted to hit someone!

He cursed under his breath and quickly closed his eyes.

"Jiutian, you go to Landlord Wang's house. I need to rest for a while."

"Shall I take my uncle to bed? If he gets enough sleep, his eyes won't be red anymore."

Jiutian took his hand, and Ma Chenyang also dropped his work in the kitchen and ran over: "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Yin Jin'an forced herself to remain calm and said, "I'm a little tired. Is the house all tidied up yet?"

"It's all packed up."

"I'm giving you three days off to go back and visit your family. Take some rice and flour with you, and also take a piece of the meat that Landlord Wang sent."

"Young master treats me well, so I must serve you well." Ma Chenyang had no intention of going home; he had only worked for one day.

"I've given you a holiday, so just go back home quietly and stop making a fuss..." Yin Jin'an said impatiently, "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Ma Chenyang was almost moved to tears. The young master in brocade robes had a sharp tongue but a soft heart; he was such a good person.

Watching Ma Chenyang leave with the rice bag on his back, Yin Jin'an said to Jiutian, "Jiutian, I feel like something's not right with me."

The Nine Heavens Little Hand immediately began to calculate.

Her eyes widened in horror for a moment, and she whispered, "Uncle, you've been poisoned. The poison takes effect every full moon."

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