Soon, the time for the funeral procession arrived. People in front played suona horns, followed by a long procession.

Watching them carry the coffin away, Ji Jiuying returned to Qinglan Courtyard to wait for Feng Lan.

As soon as she stepped through the door, Ji Jiuying's expression turned cold, and three silver needles appeared in her hand, which she viciously struck into the shadows.

The person hiding in the shadows was startled and quickly stepped forward: "Cousin, it's me!"

Swish, swish, swish!

Three silver needles pierced through Lanxi's hair and plunged hard into the wooden stake behind her.

"Cousin, you scared me to death!"

Lanxi patted her chest and stepped forward, still feeling a lingering fear.

What are you doing hiding there?

Ji Jiuying glanced at her helplessly. If she hadn't stopped in time, she would probably be dead on the ground by now.

"No, no, I just thought the array in this courtyard wasn't strong enough, so I took the liberty of reinforcing it."

Ji Jiuying sensed it and, as Lan Xi had said, the original formation was indeed mediocre, but after her improvements, it was much better than before.

"Cousin, why didn't you let me stay at the Feng family a few days ago? If I had been there, I would definitely have been able to break that blood sacrifice array."

Lanxi said dejectedly. Ji Jiuying thought of Si Yu's words. Because of what happened three days ago, there were at least 800 to 1000 people who died in the back mountain of the Feng family. If it weren't for Lanxi's life, Si Yu would definitely not have bothered with it.

She also understood that Si Yu did this mostly because of her.

"Swords and spears have no eyes. Your cultivation level is not high. Staying there is definitely not a good thing. Leaving is the best option."

"But I can use formations to protect myself, and... and I want to protect you, my cousin, even more..."

Lan Xi looked at Ji Jiuying with a girlish shyness in her eyes.

Ji Jiuying did not notice the emotions in Lanxi's eyes. Although Lanxi was a few years older than her, due to her previous illness and lack of contact with the outside world, her temperament and speech were like those of a ten-year-old child.

She's naive and innocent, much like her mother.

Half a day passed, and Lan Xi seemed to have no thirst, talking non-stop for a long time without caring whether Ji Jiuying answered her or not. It wasn't until her father forcibly came and took her away that Ji Jiuying finally got some peace and quiet, and rubbed her head with her fingers.

About fifteen minutes later, Feng Lan and Lan Mingyue finally returned, and Ji Jiuying hurriedly went to greet them.

"Mom, Grandma."

"Jiu'er must be hungry after waiting for so long. Here are some pastries that I brought from the front hall. Jiu'er, have some to fill your stomach first!"

As Feng Lan spoke, she took out a few pieces of pastry from her pocket and placed them in Ji Jiuying's hand.

"Thank you, Mother."