Gongzi Yu said slowly, "Sometimes, the process is more interesting; once the result is out, it can feel rather boring."

After a slight pause, Gongzi Yu continued, "Moreover, given Bai Xiaosheng's high regard for you, if the Azure Dragon Society were to be handed over to you, you should be able to go even further in the future."

In response, Chu Qinghe chuckled and said, "You've got a good plan. If I take over the Azure Dragon Society, the Flower Shifting Palace and the Divine Water Palace can also be incorporated into the Azure Dragon Society. Once the Divine Sword Manor is dealt with, even if Zhang Sanfeng is still alive, the general trend will make it difficult for him to cause any trouble."

Gongzi Yu replied, "Even without the palace masters of Yihua Palace and Shenshui Palace as confidantes, with your intelligence and shrewdness, combined with the current power of the Azure Dragon Society, it wouldn't be difficult to make these two forces submit."

Chu Qinghe looked at Gongzi Yu and said, "Since Bai Xiaosheng has told you a lot about things related to me, I suppose you are also aware that I have little interest in the martial arts world or the imperial court."

Gongzi Yu's voice, tinged with amusement, came from behind his mask: "I know, so I also know that unless you make this Great Ming Kingdom your own, the peace you desire won't last long, will it?"

Chu Qinghe's eyes flickered slightly as he listened to Gongzi Yu's words.

How could Chu Qinghe not understand what Gongzi Yu was saying?

Where in the world can there be lasting peace? Fortune and misfortune have no fixed abode; sometimes they can run rampant.

Who knows when they might suddenly rush to Chu Qinghe's house.

Even in a remote corner, one cannot escape the saying "the weather is unpredictable".

Seeing that Chu Qinghe did not respond, Gongzi Yu did not urge him, but picked up his teacup.

However, just as Gongzi Yu brought the teacup to his lips, Chu Qinghe's voice slowly rang out.

"Bai Xiaosheng sent you here to cure your illness, but the way you're acting now makes it seem like you've come here to make your final arrangements and entrust your children to others."

Gongzi Yu said, "People live a short life, so some things naturally need to be planned in advance. Otherwise, all the wasted time and efforts of the past few decades will be in vain, which would be ridiculous."

Chu Qinghe chuckled inwardly as he listened to Gongzi Yu's words.

"No wonder you chose to come at night; it seems you don't have high expectations for my medical skills!"

Gongzi Yu shook his head and said, "Having too much hope will inevitably lead to disappointment. It's better to adjust your mindset and finish the rest of the work."

At this point, a laugh suddenly came from beneath Gongzi Yu's mask.

"But your life must be pretty good. If I could live a few more years, I'd like to be your neighbor and visit you from time to time to enjoy this kind of life."

Chu Qinghe asked, "If you hand over the Azure Dragon Society to me, I'll be the one who's busy every day like you are now. Do you think I'll still have time for you to come and visit?"

Upon hearing this, Gongzi Yu paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's true."

As he spoke, Gongzi Yu suddenly sighed.

It's unclear whether he was lamenting his own impending death or the fact that he couldn't be neighbors with Chu Qinghe.

Looking at the young master Yu in front of him, Chu Qinghe's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

I felt that Gongzi Yu at this moment was inexplicably similar to my past self.

They were all at the point in their lives when they should have been enjoying the fruits of their labor, but suddenly found themselves in despair.

After Gongzi Yu put down his teacup, Chu Qinghe said, "Since you've come seeking medical help, you should at least act like a patient!"

Upon hearing this, Gongzi Yu paused slightly, then placed the cup in his hand on the table and raised his hand to the bronze mask he was wearing.

As a wisp of energy flowed, and as the mask on his face slowly fell away, the eyes of the Jellyfish Yin Ji and the others on the side narrowed when they looked at the face under the mask of Gongzi Yu.

In their eyes, Gongzi Yu's features were quite delicate, and his sword-like eyebrows added a touch of masculinity to his beautiful face.

Logically speaking, he should also be a handsome man with excellent looks.

However, Gongzi Yu's face was fair and white, and his skin was like that of an ordinary centenarian, covered with wrinkles and age spots.

After removing the mask, Gongzi Yu placed the bronze mask on the table and then extended his hand.

Unlike the slender shape of his hands, they looked no different from those of an ordinary person.

The area above Gongzi Yu's wrist could only be described as extremely thin, as if it were just bones wrapped in a layer of chicken skin.

Given his appearance, combined with the fact that Gongzi Yu sounded like he was in his thirties or forties, the women felt a strange sensation when they looked at him.

Throughout the process of removing the mask and revealing the arm, Gongzi Yu's gaze remained fixed on Chu Qinghe.

To Gongzi Yu's disappointment, Chu Qinghe showed no surprise whatsoever from beginning to end.

This made the smile in Gongzi Yu's eyes deepen even more.

After Gongzi Yu placed his wrist on the stone table, Chu Qinghe raised his hand and placed three fingers on Gongzi Yu's wrist.

(End of this chapter)