Three women make a drama, and a room full of women means a constant drama, with one act ending and another beginning. Shen Mingrong found it very boring and turned to go out for some fresh air.

Shen Mingxi was met with a cold shoulder and was about to turn around when she saw Shen Mingrong walking over. "I thought you were special in the eyes of the Duchess of Rongguo, but it turns out you're nothing special."

The irony is self-evident.

Shen Mingxi had no interest in arguing with Shen Mingshu. She forced a smile at Shen Mingshu and walked past her.

Shen Mingshu felt like she had punched cotton, and snorted angrily. She was already thinking that when her mother came back, she would find a way to teach Shen Mingxi a lesson!

Shen Mingzhuang was talking to He Wenqing in a thatched pavilion on Qingmao Mountain.

He Wenqing was indeed the old man from before. He was sitting upright with a sea of ​​clouds behind him. His white hair and beard gave him an air of otherworldly elegance. He was listening attentively to Shen Mingzhuang's sincere words with his eyes lowered.

"You want me to come down from the mountain and help you save people?"

He Wenqing understood what the little girl said and asked to confirm.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingzhuang nodded nervously. "Mr. He Wen, I know that since you have secluded yourself here and set up an array to prevent people from finding you, you must have no intention of coming out of the mountains. However, this matter concerns the lives of all people and the common folk. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. What you need to save is not just one life, but the lives of all the people of Tianzhong!"

He Wenqing listened, stroking his beard as if he were considering something.

Shen Mingzhuang was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

About half an incense stick later, He Wenqing slowly raised his eyes, shook his head, and calmly got up and left the thatched pavilion.