Sang Qian smiled and said, "Brother Zu was able to kill Mosquito Daoist, so Shi Kun is definitely no match for him. Moreover, now that Brother Zu has gained the Emperor's favor, the Shi family probably won't dare to use their power to bully others."

"Thank you, Miss Sang." Zu An looked at Sang Qian with some curiosity. Although her analysis was indeed reasonable, why did he always feel that her tone was full of schadenfreude?

After chatting for a while, Zu'an got up to say goodbye. Although he wanted to stay with Zheng Dan a little longer, it was not convenient in front of the Sang family father and daughter.

Back at the Ding residence—no, wait, it's now his own home.

Zuan was astonished to find that the room had been completely renovated, with the bedding and other items being brand new.

His first thought was that Zhu Xie Chixin had sent people to manage it, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Those embroidered-robed messengers might be able to kill, but they probably weren't that skillful.

He noticed that the surrounding environment was somewhat similar to that of the Chu family in Mingyue City, much like the small courtyard where he had lived before.

Smelling the faint fragrance of flowers and herbs lingering in the air, he had a sudden realization that all of this was probably Qiao Xueying's doing.

Only she could be so skillful and knowledgeable about everything in the Chu family.

"Xue'er, Xue'er, where are you?" Zu'an hurriedly searched for the pretty figure, wondering how she managed to clean up the entire courtyard by herself, what a workload that must have been.

Although she could use countless flowers, plants, and vines instead of her hands, it's hard to imagine how much sweat and effort she put in to decorate such a large courtyard so warmly in such a short time.

Unfortunately, he searched the entire courtyard but couldn't find her. Finally, he found a note by the bedside, with delicate handwriting that read: "Since you have not come, there has been a change in the clan that needs to be dealt with urgently. We will meet again another day."

Zu An felt a little guilty. He could imagine Qiao Xueying painstakingly decorating the entire courtyard by herself, waiting expectantly for his return, only to be disappointed when he never came.

I wonder what happened to her people. I hope everything goes well.

He suddenly realized that all of his female confidantes seemed to bear a lot of responsibilities and their lives were full of compromises and helplessness. Only he was all alone and could be more carefree.

After several days of hard work, he decided to take a hot bath to relax. Although cultivators in this world could become completely free of dirt and grime once they reached a certain level of cultivation, he still couldn't shake some of his habits after being a mortal for so long before he transmigrated.

Although there were no servants to help boil water, it didn't stop him. He used the Blue Duck's ability to divert the water from the well into a large bathtub, and then summoned Daji to heat the water in the bathtub with foxfire.

Zuan lay comfortably in the bathtub. Although the technology in this world was not as advanced as in his previous life, it had cultivation abilities, which often provided similar conveniences to the technology in his previous life.

The people of this world only know how to cultivate themselves to fight and kill; what a waste of their talents!

Daji, kneeling to the side, remained expressionless. If she were alive and knew that this guy was using her flames to heat his bathwater, she would probably be so angry that she would come back to life and smash his head in.

As Zuan was leisurely taking a bath, there was a soft knock on the door.