If killing someone didn't mean retribution in this era, Ding Youtian's head would have been smashed to pieces by Jian Ning with a cup! She had spent three nights diligently serving him, yet he had actually slandered her as an ugly freak. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "I'm more than just hideously ugly. I can reveal my true form. Do you want to see it?"

Ding Youtian was secretly shocked, but he managed to calm himself down and said, "Beauty or ugliness is not important. I am not the type to judge people by appearance. You don't have to take it to heart, young lady. I am just asking this out of gratitude for your kindness. I can't be so ungrateful that I don't even know what my benefactor looks like. This way, I will have something to say when Dabao and the others ask me about it in the future."

When Jian Ning heard this, she thought that this was a plan to demolish the bridge after crossing it and drive her away, or to order her to leave?

"You don't have to chase me away. I won't stay here, but I don't want to leave now. I promised to treat Mr. Qin's son and daughter-in-law, and to take care of Ah Man. Once these two things are done, I will leave immediately, not even a second later. Don't worry."

Did he say to kick her out?

Ding Youtian raised his eyebrows: "Did you misunderstand? When did I say I would drive you away? It seems that the girl is not only born..."

He originally wanted to say that Jian Ning was not only ugly, but also seemed to be slow in the head. Then he thought, if she was slow in the head, how could she have beaten his master in chess?

He abruptly stopped talking and changed the subject, "It seems the young lady has misunderstood. Since you are possessed by my wife, this home is yours. Unless one day you suddenly return to your original place, no one will drive you away. I am only asking you a few more questions out of concern for this."

He returned the money box to Jian Ning. "You should keep it, young lady. Dabao and the others still need your help and care. Don't tell them about this until they grow up. If you find your ideal partner before they grow up, I will give you a divorce letter and half of the money I earn. Don't worry, I am not a greedy person."

Jian Ning hugged the money box, looked at him sideways and said, "Then I will still live in this room from now on, and you and Dabao will still live in the same room?"

"No." Originally, Ding Youtian agreed to let Jian Ning and Dabao live in the same room because he thought it might take some time for his wife to accept him as her husband after she recovered her memory. But now the woman in front of him has changed inside and is no longer his wife. He hesitated for a moment and said.

"If we live apart for a long time, not only will outsiders gossip, but Dabao and his family will also suspect that our parents are not getting along. How about this, let Third Uncle buy a bed and put it in this room. From now on, the girl will sleep on the bed and I will sleep on the bed."

Fearing that Jian Ning would object, he added, "Young lady, you are quite skilled in martial arts, you wouldn't be afraid of a weakling like me, right?"

"As you say." Just treat it as a roommate. Now that her identity and origins have been made clear, why would Jane Ning be afraid of this? She nodded her chin towards the medicinal food and said, "It's not hot anymore. Eat it while it's hot."

Ding Youtian finished his medicinal meal, put on his coat, and looked at Jian Ning, who was sitting beside him making stuffed dolls. "It's still early. You should get some sleep. I'll go out for a walk."

He opened the door and went out, holding up the energy-saving lamp on the porch. Guoguo jumped off the chair like a ghost and followed him. Jian Ning looked at the sky and estimated that it was around four o'clock in the morning. He knew that he must have gone to the empty tomb.

Yawning, she threw down the doll and went to bed to rest. She could still sleep for another hour or so.

As Jian Ning expected, Ding Youtian had indeed gone to the back mountain. The entire back mountain belonged to Dingjia Village. When the Great Banquet Kingdom was first established, every household contributed a little money to purchase it from the government at a low price, including those from other families in the village.

All the old people in the village were mostly buried in the back mountain, except for a few who were buried in front of or behind their houses. Since tombstones were usually erected a year later, no one cared about the new grave, even though no one knew whose old person it was. They just thought that it was some outsider who was too poor to hold a funeral and buried the person quietly.

Ding Youtian arrived at the tomb and placed the lamp on the grave. Just as he was about to sit on the ground, he took out the energy-saving lamp and shone it in front of the tomb. Sure enough, he saw one or two black ants crawling by, but could this thing bite through that?

Never mind. He remained standing, replacing the energy-saving lamp. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the grave, his eyes gradually dimming. Guoguo rubbed against his feet, as if trying to win some credit. Only then did Ding Youtian vaguely recall what happened that night.

Guoguo called on his friends and asked a few of his kind to help him dig this grave. No one in the village had ever caught a civet cat, and no one knew how Guoguo spread the news, but in any case, no civet cat would be trapped again.

Ding Youtian leaned over and picked up Guoguo. Thinking of how Xiu Gu had never had a good day since she came to his house, the silent pain in his heart spread again.

Jian Ning thought it was an empty tomb, but it was not. There was an arrow with a hole in it. It was the arrow that Xiu Gu took off her neck and put on Ding Youtian's neck on the night of their wedding. There was also a word "Nan" engraved on the arrow.

That night, Ding Youtian asked Xiugu if her name contained the character "Nan". Xiugu was shy at the time, frowned, thought about it, and shook her head blankly.

She couldn't recall or remember anything, she only knew that she had been wearing that thing all the time.

After the rooster crowed, Ding Youtian sighed lightly and came back with Guoguo.

Jian Ning had already gotten up and was about to go out to practice martial arts when Ding Youtian took out the booklet and said in a hoarse voice, "I asked Xiu Gu, and she told me to give it to you. Take it and read it."

"Can you really communicate with her?" Jian Ning raised her eyebrows. "Why do you ask?"

"I've stuck a branch on the grave. If she agrees to let me give you the booklet without Master's knowledge for you to practice, I'll let the wind blow the branch down."

"Then what?"

"After I asked, Guoguo leaped out of my arms... and knocked down the branches. This is also God's will! You can practice it yourself. I will have something to say when Master asks."

"No, that won't work. You should wait for your master to come back and ask him. I can only practice if he agrees. He doesn't want to accept me as his disciple, so I naturally can't practice secretly behind his back."

Jane Ning returned the booklet to him.

After Dabao and the others got up, they were very happy to see that Ding Youtian had recovered from his illness. When Ding Youtian saw his children, he couldn't help but cast a grateful glance at Jian Ning.

If this woman hadn't possessed his wife, who knows what would have happened to their family now.

"Go practice and stop bothering your father."

Jian Ning had practiced martial arts with them. When she went into the kitchen to make breakfast, she saw Ding Youtian shaving in the backyard. She was curious and asked, "What do you use to shave?"

Ding Youtian's mouth swished a circle of fragrant pancreas foam. He opened his palm, revealing a small scraper. Jian Ning took it and examined it. It was surprisingly similar to the oldest modern razors, a half-polished thin iron blade embedded in a round piece of wood. She remembered having a similar razor at home when she was a child.

She returned the razor to Ding Youtian and couldn't help asking, "Isn't it said that our hair and skin are given by our parents and cannot be damaged? Why do you still like to shave?"