After everyone left, Xuan Yuan Zhenhua looked at Qin Sheng. This time, however, he suppressed his anger and forced a smile.

He softened his tone and said cautiously, "Sheng Sheng..."

Qin Sheng: "...Just say what you have to say."

She's not used to talking like that.

Xuanyuan Zhenhua's face darkened, and he slammed his dragon-headed cane heavily on the ground: "Explain yourself! How far have you progressed?!"

Qin Sheng: "..."

She pursed her lips and said calmly, "We just talked about it, to the extent you saw."

Oh, holding hands.

That's alright.

Xuan Yuanzhenhua's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

However, he still kept a serious face and continued earnestly, "Remember this, no man is a good thing. Don't be fooled by how good that young Fu is to you now, how obedient and filial he is. He's only after your beauty. Once he's got you, he'll scum you."

Qin Sheng lifted her eyelids: "So?"

"So you have to keep an eye on him and never be easily fooled. The more unattainable something is, the more a man will cherish it. You have to keep him hanging on and give him empty promises, but you can't actually let him have it."

Qin Sheng: "..."

Why do her dad, her brother, her mom, her godfather and godbrother all have their own versions of the story? Who should she listen to?

Yes, although the wording is different, one thing is the same.

Qin Sheng recalled all the comments about men she had heard recently and concluded with one sentence: There is not a single good man.

She nodded: "I understand."

Xuan Yuan Zhenhua was satisfied and nodded: "Alright, you can go out now. Call that young Fu in, and I'll have a chat with him."

Qin Sheng: "..."

This isn't over yet, is it?

However, the old man was stubborn and difficult to deal with. Over the years, Qin Sheng had become quite experienced in dealing with him, so she did not confront him directly. She simply helped him restore the chessboard that he had just messed up before stepping out of the room.

He gestured with his chin towards Fu Jingheng: "I'm calling you in."

Fu Jingheng is also very experienced, mainly because he has seen a lot of things since he was a child.

So without asking a single question, he pinched the girl's earlobe and went inside.

Well, attracting firepower is no problem, but we have to collect all the interest that's due.

Fu Jingheng has been in jail for quite a while, much longer than Qin Sheng.

Qin Sheng searched through several rooms nearby and finally found the pass she was looking for, along with a bunch of various badges and tokens, in a room decorated as a girl's boudoir.

After thinking about it, he simply put them all into the space ring.

Well, I used to find it troublesome to carry around, but now that I have a ring, I don't have that problem anymore.

I brought everything, so I won't have to come back to get it later if I need anything.

Then she strolled around the small courtyard, which seemed deserted but was actually heavily guarded, and even saw some of the flowers and herbs she used to grow in the Xuanyuan family home.

They've all been transplanted.

It's clear that it's been taken very seriously.

Unfortunately, these things are very delicate. They not only need careful care, but also need to be irrigated with special medicine to grow. Two years have passed, and they are already sickly and not far from being completely scrapped.

It's quite a pity.

Qin Sheng thought for a moment and then simply pulled up all of these things and put them all into the basket.

The guards secretly watching the courtyard saw it and their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

She immediately wanted to rush out and say that these were the old man's most beloved flowers and plants, and who gave her the courage to pull them all out? But before she could even move, the tightly closed door across the garden opened.

Two figures walked out of the room.

It was Xuanyuan Zhenhua and Fu Jingheng.

The old man, whom the guards adored for these flowers and plants, didn't even glance at them. Instead, he looked at the little girl carrying the basket and spoke in a gentle tone that the guards had never heard before: "Hurry up, have lunch with me before you leave."

Qin Sheng naturally wouldn't refuse.

She even glanced at him sideways and asked, "Do you want me to cook?"

Well, when Qin Sheng was a child, before the old man knew she had exceptional learning abilities, he was dedicated to raising her into a new generation of outstanding women who could be both elegant in public and capable in the kitchen. It's just a pity...

Qin Sheng's eyes flickered as she thought of her culinary talent—the few times she had ever entered the kitchen, yet each time she managed to set it on fire.

She still doesn't understand why the food she cooked turned out so ugly, even though she added oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar exactly as the recipe suggested, and followed the steps and cooking time exactly as the recipe suggested.

Does this mean that even culinary talent can be inherited?

Qin Sheng thought of it, and Xuan Yuan Zhenhua naturally thought of it too, and couldn't help but shudder.

He quickly replied, "I've already instructed someone to make it, and it will be delivered right away. Just sit still."

Qin Sheng remained silent: "...Oh."

Fu Jingheng... Fu Jingheng was quite curious.

However, this was not the time to speak. He could only glance at Qin Sheng quickly before straightening his expression. Combined with his handsome face, which was as clear as ink, he looked like an absolute gentleman.

They look very respectable.

In just over an hour, Xuan Yuan Zhenhua had already changed Xiao Fu's head to A Heng's.

Qin Sheng paused for a moment, then mentally gave her dog a thumbs up.

Afterwards, he asked Fu Jingheng, "What did my godfather say to you?"

Fu Jingheng squeezed the unequal treaty that he had recently signed in his pocket, a treaty that had humiliated the country and ceded sovereignty. His smile was distant yet indulgent: "If I tell you to treat you well, to treat you like a daughter, he will accept me as his godfather-in-law."

Qin Sheng: "..."

He immediately looked away.

But after only a few seconds, she looked at Fu Jingheng again and said, "I need to go to the ancient martial arts world."

Fu Jingheng straightened his expression and looked back at her: "I'll go with you."

Qin Sheng wanted to say that it wasn't necessary, she could manage on her own.

But when she met the man's serious gaze, her fingertips twitched, and she changed her mind: "Okay."

Although he had already received acupuncture and medication, Qin Sheng estimated that Lin Sihe's illness wouldn't last more than three days.

The ancient martial arts world is located deep in the Kunlun Mountains, far away and difficult to reach.

There were also many illusion arrays and barriers set up along the way, and it would take more than a week just to get the entrance back to normal.

Even if Qin Sheng still remembered the route, those formations couldn't stop her, and it would take at least two to three days for her to go back and forth.

So time is tight, and we have to leave immediately.

Qin Sheng pondered for a moment, just about to tell Fu Jingheng about the situation, when she came to her senses and saw him find a nearby spot to park and get out of the car.

He then went around to her side, opened the car door for her, and helped her out.

Qin Sheng: "...What are you doing?"

Fu Jingheng didn't explain, and simply reached out and put his arm around her waist.

With a flick of the fingertip, a spatial black hole, large enough for two people to pass through, appeared in mid-air.

Fu Jingheng pulled hard, grabbed her, and jumped inside.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over me.