Zi'e felt utterly overwhelmed with worry, as the deity hadn't told her before leaving that the two of them were so irreconcilable.

When she found Feng Ziyi, who had settled his family and returned to Suizao, he had already received a letter from the God. After confirming her identity, the two had a conversation, and Zi'e's thoughts were exactly the same as Shu Yun's.

Is this meticulous Feng Ziyi really the same person as that unruly immortal Feng Ziyi?

When the Feng family returned, the number of refugees and bandits had significantly decreased, the situation in the world was stabilizing, and the chaos was about to end.

Zi'e and Feng Ziyi were surrounded by the army as soon as they entered the city.

"By order of the King, we invite Young Master Feng to stay at Bogu for a while."

Zi'e frowned. "Bo Gu?"

Feng Ziyi shooed her behind him, but this action caught the attention of the leader.

“That woman,” the leader pointed at Zi’e, “take her with him.”

Bo Gu was the capital of Jingguo. The two and the Feng family were taken away separately. Feng Ziyi and Zi'e were sent to the imperial city and could only stay indoors every day. There were heavy guards at the door and windows.

Zi'e was puzzled, but since Feng Ziyi was not in immediate danger, she could only let things take their course.

Until one day, the king of Yasukuni visited this place.

The newcomer wore a black imperial robe embroidered with golden dragons and a heavy black cloak. His expression was colder than the wind and snow outside the curtain, and his dark eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Her eyes had a beautiful, yet not effeminate, curve at the corners; her nose was high and straight; her skin was as white as jade; and the corners of her lips curved into a half-smile as she looked at Feng Ziyi with a hint of sarcasm.

Feng Ziyi stood up in astonishment, his eyes wide with shock.

How could it be him?

Zi'e, from the next room, naturally chose to sneak in and see what was going on. Seeing Feng Ziyi's expression, she couldn't help but wonder who this person was.

She found out the next moment.

Feng Ziyi seemed to have figured something out, his expression turned cold, and he struggled to utter each word, "Jiang...Yan..."

He's actually the ruler of this Jing Kingdom, no wonder...

No wonder he stayed away from the major families back in Lan Dynasty, never accepting offers or becoming a retainer, and was rarely seen; no wonder he had a hard time finding a job in Jing Kingdom; no wonder he, a mere merchant, had so many loyal and skilled guards around him, and the governor of Suizao must have been visiting him every day for that reason...

It turns out this person is Jiang Yan, a little apprentice whom the god casually took in on earth.

But what was with the tense atmosphere between the two? The god hadn't told her about it.

Jiang Yan didn't want to get entangled with him any longer. "Where is Shu Yun?"

Zi'e, who was eavesdropping, turned to look at Jiang Yan carefully. She addressed the god by his given name instead of respectfully calling him "master." The god even told her that this little disciple was obedient...

Anyway, she couldn't see how Jiang Yan could be obedient with his cold face.

Feng Ziyi pursed her lips, her eyes showing disapproval, "How could you call your teacher by his real name?"

Jiang Yan stood there silently, his dark eyes scanning him up and down.

Seeing that Feng Ziyi seemed genuinely unaware that Wan Yang was Shu Yun, he said in a deep voice, "Give me the letter Wan Yang wrote to you."

Before Feng Ziyi could refuse, he continued, "The lives of your entire Feng family are in my hands. A letter is nothing compared to so many other things that require you to accept your fate."

He was convinced that Feng Ziyi, given his personality, would not refuse, even if the person was not a member of the Feng family but a complete stranger. If he had to choose, he would choose to save the person.

Sure enough, Feng Zi translated the letter for him.