"Did she say that...?"

Jiang Yan played with the gold-plated mandarin duck ink in his hand, listening to the report from the guard kneeling on the ground below.

After he left yesterday, he naturally wouldn't just leave like that. He left behind guards to protect his master and monitor her movements at all times.

The guards kept their heads down at all times; this was the rule, and they were not allowed to look at their master's expression or try to guess his thoughts.

Even though he couldn't see his master's expression because he had his head down, he felt the emotions in his master's tone for the first time.

He seems to be in a good mood...

"Go down, continue following her."

The guards accepted the order.

Jiang Yan looked down at the ink in his hand. It was decorated with gold and colorful ink, which was quite unique. It was supplied from Dongling. The ink was as hard as jade and was recognized as a good ink.

Master will surely like it very much.

Shu Yun was still asleep when the maid Jiang Yan had left to serve her came to call her. She was still half asleep, so she waved her hand to tell her not to disturb her and buried her head in the pillow.

She scolded Feng Ziyi, and before he figured things out himself, it was a rare moment of relaxation for her, so she had to seize the time to unwind.

It has to be said that the furnishings in Jiangyuan are far superior to those in restaurants outside. That child has truly grown up and is living a good life.

"Young Master Yan."

The maid standing guard by the door saw Jiang Yan, dressed in black, walking slowly down the corridor from afar, tall and elegant.

"Miss Yang has not yet gotten up."

It's already high in the sky; in the past, my master would get up at dawn.

Jiang Yan gestured for the maids to step back, then gently knocked on the door with his index finger. He swallowed the word "Master" that had been on his tongue, and called out softly, "Miss Wan Yang."

There was no movement or sound inside the house.

He pushed the door open abruptly and strode inside, gripping Jinmo's hand tightly until the fingertips turned slightly white.

The windows of the inner room were wide open, and the wind blew in from the windows, causing the dark green silk curtains covering the bed to flutter slightly. The layers of curtains obscured the view of the people inside.

Jiang Yan lifted the overlapping curtains and strode to the bedside. The person on the bed was fast asleep, with a head of black hair that had been removed and was lying messily under the body. The camellia at the corner of the left eye was delicate and beautiful, and no matter how many times he looked at it, he found it to be extremely gorgeous.

It's good that he's still alive; he thought he'd been abandoned again without warning.

Jiang Yan carefully tucked the blankets into the person on the bed, his gaze lingering on her face, which was so different from before, for a long while.

After she removed her veil, her face was revealed. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, as if she had been favored by the heavens. The birthmark at the corner of her eye was also unusual. At first, he thought it was a painted decoration, but it turned out to be natural, so vivid and lifelike.

What happened to his master was beyond his comprehension, but he was certain that the woman named Wan Yang in front of him was his master, without a doubt.

Does it really exist that a person can be resurrected after death? Or was Master's appearance originally like this, and it was just a disguise? If so, why did Master do this?

Too many questions weighed on his mind; he hadn't felt this out of control in a long time.

While sleeping, Shu Yun suddenly felt a slight itch on her face. She unconsciously rubbed her face against the pillow, trying to relieve the itch.

The person on the bed suddenly moved. Jiang Yan looked down and saw that a strand of hair was stuck to her face, making her uncomfortable.

He bent down and took a strand of her hair in his hand, tucking it behind her ear. His dark eyes were fixed on her sleeping face. No matter what, she had returned to his side. He had regained the person in the world who had truly been good to him. He was no longer the weak person who could only rely on his master for a living. He would bring her everything she liked in this world.

When Jiang Yan's cool fingertips touched Shu Yun's earlobe, she groggily woke up. Turning her head, she saw Jiang Yan sitting by her bedside. She subconsciously reached out to stroke his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong. Back in Pingyang, when Jiang Yan was still a young boy, whenever there was lightning and thunder outside, the boy would run in, hug his knees, and squat down by her bedside.

Having been young and severely beaten, it's only natural for him to be afraid in the bad weather. She would always comfort him, assuring him that she wouldn't give him away again, and that he should just settle down and study hard.

As her outstretched hand was about to touch Jiang Yan's soft black hair, who was already in her early twenties, Shu Yun's mind cleared. She shifted the angle of her hand and placed her palm on Jiang Yan's shoulder.

She remained expressionless, gently patting Jiang Yan's shoulder with a tone of concern befitting an elder caring for a younger person, her concern tinged with seriousness, "What happened?"

In just a moment, the person on the bed reverted to the familiar appearance he remembered.

Jiang Yan glanced at the hand on his shoulder, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said gently, "It's nothing. The chef at home made some bird's nest soup with sake. It tastes quite good, and I wanted you to try some."

Shu Yun propped herself up on her elbows, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she moved. "I'll do my hair and be right there."

"Um."

Jiang Yan walked to the door and waved to the two waiting maids.

The maid went in and, without her having to do anything herself, skillfully and efficiently helped her dress and do her hair.

Xiao Ying carefully combed Miss Wan Yang's silky black hair in her hands, standing behind her and admiring her beautiful face in the brass mirror.

The beautiful woman in the brass mirror, who was resting her chin on her hand and looking bored, suddenly looked up and met her gaze in the mirror, revealing the camellia flower in its entirety.

Xiao Ying lowered her head in a panic, and the hand holding her hair suddenly tightened, causing Shu Yun's scalp to ache slightly.

Shu Yun frowned. That's why she said she didn't want any maids to serve her. She could have easily handled it with a spell if no one was around, but now it's become so troublesome.

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