Seeing this, Qu Feiyan couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, what are you doing?"

While busy with his work, Chu Qinghe said lazily, "I'll take a nap after I've eaten."

Qu Feiyan asked, puzzled, "Why do you take a nap in the courtyard instead of inside the house?"

Chu Qinghe: "There's no sun inside."

"No sun exposure?"

Qu Feiyan still looked bewildered when faced with Chu Qinghe's words, clearly not understanding what he meant.

Chu Qinghe didn't explain much, but pointed to the direction of the storage room and said, "There are extra recliners inside. Just bring one out yourself and you'll see."

Hearing Chu Qinghe's words, Qu Feiyan looked at Chu Qinghe, who was walking towards her room, with a hint of doubt.

After thinking for a moment, he followed Chu Qinghe's instructions and brought out a recliner from the room, placing it opposite Chu Qinghe.

However, at that moment, Qu Feiyan suddenly felt a pair of cold gazes fall on her.

Turning his head, he met Dongfang Bubai's indifferent eyes.

Upon seeing this, Qu Feiyan's eyelids twitched, and she quickly ran back into the storage room, then brought out a recliner.

He then smiled at Dongfang Bubai.

Clever.

Seeing this, Dongfang Bubai finally shifted his gaze away from Qu Feiyan, as if nothing had happened.

As Dongfang Bubai looked away, Qu Feiyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Qu Feiyan suddenly realized how hard her grandfather had worked.

Humble, pitiful, helpless, wanting to cry.

A moment later, after Qu Feiyan had wiped all the chairs clean, Chu Qinghe walked out of the room with a lazy gait.

He held a palm-sized incense burner in one hand and a 1.6-foot-long stick of incense in the other.

This incense stick is about 1.6 feet long and is light purple all over, but upon closer inspection, it has a jade-like texture, making it clearly not an ordinary item.

It was the Purple Jade Datura Incense that had been extracted from the system earlier.

After lighting the purple jade datura incense, Chu Qinghe lay down on the rocking chair.

Amidst the wafting fragrance and bathed in the sunlight, Chu Qinghe couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then his body gradually relaxed.

As his eyes gently closed, a look of bliss quickly spread across his face.

Seeing Chu Qinghe's reaction, Qu Feiyan and Dongfang Bubai, who were sitting by the stone table, both had a hint of doubt in their eyes.

However, at that moment, Dongfang Bubai keenly noticed a problem.

That is, the wisps of smoke rising from the incense stick burning beside Chu Qinghe did not dissipate.

The rising smoke seemed to flow gently around Chu Qinghe, entering his nostrils with each breath.