Fang Zhiyi suddenly felt a bit of a headache.

"Those guys after you put all their points into the wrong skill tree, putting all their technology points into war. So civil war broke out, large-scale conflicts destroyed most of the cities, and countless people were displaced. Later, the new rulers issued a decree that completely prohibited the research of technology. After that, the world returned to its original development path. Battle Qi was also developed during this period."

So this is...

"Just think of it as a correction by the natural order..."

Fang Zhiyi tried to circulate her internal energy, but found that her body was as still as a stagnant pool.

He laughed in exasperation: "So it really is a naturally born useless saintly body?"

A servant called from outside the door: "Young Master, it's time to prepare to depart."

Where to?

"Young Master, weren't we supposed to go to the Jian family today to discuss your marriage? Have you forgotten?"

Fang Zhiyi sighed, pushed open the door, and walked out.

He wasn't the original owner of this body, yet he keenly observed the expressions on the faces of those around him.

The servants were outwardly respectful to him, but the contempt in their eyes was undisguised.

His mother pulled him onto the horse, saying words of concern, but in reality, she mentioned Fang Congyun every two sentences. His father was even more direct, his face cold the whole time, full of dissatisfaction with Fang Zhiyi, this good-for-nothing.

As for Fang Congyun, he was quite polite, but when he looked at Fang Zhiyi, the jealousy in his eyes almost blinded her.

"The original owner of this body is really carefree," Fang Zhiyi muttered.

Xiao Hei was still savoring the plot: "If this plot were made into a modern TV series, it would definitely be a hit. Why don't you become a screenwriter next time? It's so exciting!"

The convoy passed through the main street and slowly came to a stop after about an hour and a half.

The Jian family only sent a steward to greet them at the door. It was obvious that the Jian family did not welcome Fang Zhiyi. This marriage was only arranged because of the face of the ancestors of both families.

Fang Zhiyi followed his parents into the Jian family home. He looked around, but then heard two servants behind him whispering to each other.

"Look at the young master, he looks like a country bumpkin."

"Hahaha, shh, keep your voice down."

Fang Congyun clearly heard it too, but he smiled without saying a word.

If it were the original owner of this body, he wouldn't care if he heard it, but Fang Zhiyi wouldn't tolerate it. He suddenly stopped, and the people behind him almost bumped into him.

Fang Congyun was slightly taken aback when he saw his elder brother turn his face, glance at him, and then stare at the two servants.

"What did you say? Speak louder."

Clearly, the two servants hadn't expected the young master, who always pretended to be deaf, to suddenly make trouble.