On the way back in the carriage, the Left Censor-in-Chief hesitated several times before speaking.

Zuo Miaomiao was pondering what thank-you gift to give Fu Weiyun when she noticed his expression and asked in surprise, "Dad, is your throat sore?"

The Left Censor shook his head: "No."

He hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question.

"Miaomiao, don't you think Fu Weiyun treats you differently than he treats other girls?"

"Really?" Zuo Miaomiao thought for a moment, "It seems like there is a little bit, maybe because of Sister Xiao."

Is Fu Weiyun the kind of person who loves everything about someone else because of them?

The Left Censor had some doubts.

He trusts his intuition more.

However, he didn't want to enlighten his daughter, so he went along with it and said, "In that case, it's best if you and him don't get too close, otherwise you'll attract jealousy."

Zuo Miaomiao: "..."

She wished she could avoid Fu Weiyun at all costs.

What's wrong with Dad?

She pondered his words for a moment, and then suddenly realized what he meant.

"Dad, you don't actually think Fu Weiyun has taken a liking to your daughter, do you?"

Left Censor: "..."

My mind suddenly clicked.

He said with a straight face, "My daughter is loved by everyone and flowers bloom for her. What's so strange about him taking a liking to her?"

Zuo Miaomiao: "..."

Only her father would treat her like a precious treasure.

“However,” the Left Censor changed the subject, “you should know very well what kind of family the Fu family is. They are not people that ordinary people can aspire to. Our family is just a humble one, and you have been free and undisciplined since childhood…”

Zuo Miaomiao interrupted him, "Father, you're overthinking it. Fu Weiyun could never be interested in me."

Left Censor: "???"

What makes you so certain?

On what grounds?

Of course, it's because of the embarrassing things she did in front of Fu Weiyun.

He knows exactly what her poop and pee smell like, so what fantasies could he possibly have about her?

I'm already lucky if I don't find her disgusting, how could I possibly like her?

But she couldn't say the reason aloud, so she could only reply, "You don't need to know how I came to that conclusion, just know that there's absolutely no possibility between us."

Seeing that she spoke with such certainty, the Left Censor decided to believe her for the time being.

But a sense of indignation arose in my heart.

His daughter is so wonderful, why wouldn't Fu Weiyun be interested in her?

Are the General's Mansion so impressive? Are the Commander of the Imperial Guards so impressive? Are His Majesty's brother-in-law so impressive...?

He should consult the relevant documents as instructed.

Zuo Miaomiao was unaware of her father's resentment. She pondered all the way home and finally decided on a return gift for Fu Weiyun before arriving.

Upon returning to the manor, he immediately sent someone to handle the matter.

When Fu Weiyun received the two sheep sent in the name of the Left Censor, a smile spread from his dimples.

What a little foodie! Even as a thank-you gift, she didn't forget to include food.

"Someone come here," he called to his servants, "take these two sheep to the sheepfold and take good care of them."

When Madam Yun came over and saw this, she asked in surprise, "Didn't the manor just buy a few sheep? Why did you buy more?"

"This was a gift from a friend."

Fu Weiyun smiled.

Noticing that he was in a rather good mood, Yun asked instinctively, "Which friend?"

"Master Zuo."

Yun Shi: "???"

That stern-faced, often criticized, and outspoken Lord Zuo?

Yoona actually became friends with him?

That's really...quite surprising.

Lord Zuo, who had inexplicably gained a close friend despite their age difference, sneezed in the mansion.

"Someone must be cursing me again."

He muttered to himself as he flipped through his list of potential sons-in-law.

"The fourth young master of the Li family? He's well-educated and handsome, but his mother is harsh and not a good match; the eldest son of the Zhang family? He's good in both temperament and education, but unfortunately, his family has too much debt..."

More and more names were crossed out, and after flipping through the whole book, I couldn't find many suitable ones.

Finding a son-in-law who is both a good match and reliable is really difficult.

The Left Censor closed his notebook, looked at his blood-red palms, and sighed.

Time is running out, and I really don't know if there will be enough time to find Miaomiao a good home.

"I'll inquire again tomorrow and see if any family has a son of marriageable age."

Zuo Miaomiao was completely unaware of her father's worries. She was obsessed with news reports and would flock to any gossip she could find. In just a few days, she wrote another feature article.

This time it's about a scoundrel who's juggling multiple relationships.

The man, relying on his good looks, seduced several rich young ladies, coaxing them to buy him this and that, and then sold the items to pawnshops.

He managed to turn himself from a penniless thug into a wealthy young man with some assets.

As his wealth increased, so did his appetite. No longer content with deceiving rich young ladies, he began to seek opportunities to get close to noblewomen.

Most of the daughters of noble families are well protected and unaware of the wickedness of people's hearts. Some of them are actually deceived by his appearance and sweet words and want to elope with him.

Fortunately, their family noticed in time and stopped them from seeing each other.

To save face, the family did not publicize the incident.

This gave the scoundrel the opportunity to continue his deception. He used the same trick on other noble ladies and bewitched several more.

If Zuo Miaomiao hadn't exposed his deeds, these noble ladies would still be threatening suicide and crying, begging to marry him.

Zuo Miaomiao's report exposed the true nature of this scoundrel, ruining his reputation and making him universally condemned. It also prompted the Gao family to strengthen their daughter's anti-fraud education.

However, this also brought about his own demise.

That morning, she and her father went to Hanshan Temple to add sesame oil to her mother's oil.

As the carriage rounded a bend in the mountain, a crossbeam by the roadside suddenly tipped over, blocking its path.

The driver had to get out of the cart and move the logs.

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