In the boudoir... Bai Qiuchen felt complicated.

She was very beautiful, could play the piano, was good at chess, and maybe had other skills. If she hadn't met him, she would definitely have married a good man and might even have had children.

Thinking of this, Bai Qiuchen felt a little uncomfortable. He was unwilling to admit that his actions were excessive and could only sigh that it was fate that played tricks on him.

After drinking two cups of tea, Bai Qiuchen stood up.

"It's late, go to bed early."

He came down from upstairs, and Zi Yu flew down with a graceful posture, like a ghost. Bai Qiuchen was secretly frightened.

"Nothing unusual was found." Zi Yu's voice was clear, and seemed to carry the coolness of the night.

Bai Qiuchen nodded, thinking of what he had just said to Zhao Qingxue, opened his mouth, and swallowed what he was about to say.

Zi Yu is good at chess and understands music. If it was him who was with Zhao Qingxue...

"Don't go near the small building."

Zi Yu raised an eyebrow at the warning tone, "Sweetheart?"

"no!"

The look of being eager to distance himself from the matter made Zi Yu feel even more meaningful. He had never met Zhao Qingxue, so naturally he didn't know that she was the alliance leader's wife. He just thought that Bai Qiuchen was having feelings for someone without realizing it.

Zi Yu looked around him, making Bai Qiuchen feel uncomfortable. She leaned closer to him and asked, "Isn't he your sweetheart?"

Bai Qiuchen pushed Zi Yu's masked face further away, straightened his robe, and said, "Really? I have a crush on someone, but it's not her."

"I remember you were married."

"We will get divorced."

Zi Yu did not comment, but only said: "Don't worry, I have no interest in the person upstairs."

Bai Qiuchen felt relieved. Zi Yu was low-key but had high standards. After all, he was an outstanding man himself, and his future wife must be a chivalrous woman with excellent martial arts skills who would not be easily tempted by female beauty.

At midnight, someone came into the building with a zither in his arms. As soon as he reached the second floor, Biluo stopped him and said, "Just give me the zither. The lady doesn't want to see outsiders."

The visitor kept his head down and slowly handed the zither over. In the moonlight, his hand looked particularly dark and thick.