Lufeng City.

Yun Zhiyi picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the water stains off her hands before speaking to Uncle Yang, who had been waiting nearby.

"Uncle Yang, please invite the guests in for me."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Yang, who was carefully wiping the sweat from his cheeks, stiffened and tentatively asked.

"Miss Yun, would you like to come with me to the carriage?"

Yun Zhiyi asked a shop assistant to come and relieve her, then turned and walked towards the break room.

Seeing this, Uncle Yang could only wipe his sweat again and grit his teeth as he ran outside.

A short while later, the three of them, grandfather, grandmother, and grandson, stepped into the shop together.

Fu Ziyu's face showed barely concealed nervousness and unease, her heart pounding with anxiety, fearing that the talks might fall apart.

The retired emperor stood with his hands behind his back, gently turning his fan as he curiously surveyed the shop.

Fu Tingchen remained calm as always, only his gaze shifted slightly.

The shop assistant, having received instructions, stepped forward and led the three to the rest room.

Inside the break room, Yun Zhiyi was sitting at the table, sipping her tea, holding a fork with a slice of strawberry in her hand, casually flipping through the miscellaneous books on the table.

There's no way around it; there's not much entertainment here, and I need to meet guests, so it's not appropriate to just go into the space and cuddle with Qiuqiu while watching a movie.

The three of them came in and saw her relaxed appearance.

Seeing this, Fu Ziyu couldn't help but want to wipe his sweat.

My sister really doesn't give me any face.

He couldn't help but steal a glance at his great-grandfather.

However, no one disguised themselves today; they all wore veils, so their expressions were not visible.

The door was closed, and the retired emperor and Prince Cheng simultaneously removed their veils, their gazes falling on her.

Yun Zhiyi turned her head to look, suddenly raised her eyebrows, and her gaze first swept over the old man and the young man.

Finally, his gaze fell on Prince Cheng. His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise and doubt flashing in them, along with a touch of inquiry.

This hint of inquiry made her gaze linger on Prince Cheng for a little longer.

The old man and the young boy turned their heads to look at their grandson/third uncle.

Yes, although she was suffering from illness, her complexion was not good, her cheeks were slightly sunken, and she looked a bit thin.

But with his looks as they are, even though he looks sickly now and is no longer as handsome as before, he can still easily attract other people's attention.

Of course, it only flashed through their minds for a moment.

They don't really believe that Yun Zhiyi was attracted to his appearance.

The other person frowned slightly, their eyes revealing obvious doubt and inquiry.

Fu Tingchen was also looking at her, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.

It wasn't because she was unhappy about being stared at so blatantly.

Instead, a slight abnormality occurred in his body the moment he was being scrutinized.

Although it was fleeting, he still managed to catch it.

It was as if some kind of force had suddenly entered his body.

It's not painful, and it doesn't have much of an impact, but the feeling of having one's territory invaded is very unsettling.

"Is there something wrong with me?" he asked directly.

Yun Zhiyi had already looked away and did not answer directly, but instead raised her hand.

"Please take your seats."

The retired emperor looked at this bold girl.

The other party's behavior showed no trace of deliberate arrogance.

It was just her nature; it seemed that everyone was the same in her eyes, with no distinction between high and low.

That's not right either; there's at least a distinction between near and far.

He glanced at his great-grandson, who had been invited to sit down next to him and had a plate of fresh fruit placed on him.

He gracefully sat down, neither his face nor his eyes revealing the slightest dissatisfaction.

He simply smiled gently and asked the question his grandson had just asked.

"I wonder if there's something wrong with my grandson's health?"

Yun Zhiyi raised her eyebrows, looking at the two with a half-smile.

"If there were no problem, neither of you would be here today."

The retired emperor narrowed his eyes.

What this girl discovered was clearly not the original problem.

He frowned, wondering if there was something wrong with his grandson.

Fu Tingchen knew she didn't want to answer the question, so he didn't press her further and instead got straight to the point.

“Miss Yun, I have come here today to seek medicine and medical advice; this is my sincerity.”

Yun Zhiyi looked at the letter that was handed to her, glanced at him, and then took it and opened it.

After reading it, she glanced at him, put the letter back, and smiled.

"It's clear that you've shown sincerity, but unfortunately it's not enough."

The retired emperor frowned, but refrained from speaking.

This is a matter between the grandson and the other party; it needs to be handled by him to better demonstrate his sincerity.

Fu Tingchen showed little surprise or dissatisfaction, his expression remaining indifferent.

They seem indifferent to the outcome of the negotiations.

"Whatever you want, as long as I can make it happen."

Yun Zhiyi leaned on her arm, gently stroking her chin with her fingers, and continued to stare at him.

Upon seeing this, the old man and the child couldn't help but have impure thoughts.

Fu Ziyu was conflicted. What if his sister really fell for his third uncle?

I heard that my third uncle doesn't like women and is cruel. If he really agrees to be with my sister for the sake of the medicine, wouldn't my sister suffer even more?

Although the Emperor Emeritus could tell that Yun Zhiyi had no such intentions, he suddenly felt that it wouldn't be bad if she could become his third grandson's wife.

This girl has a straightforward personality, is very clear about right and wrong, and is said to be quite skilled in martial arts.

He is adept at both domestic and international affairs.

Putting aside her overly casual behavior, she is indeed a good match for her third grandson from any perspective.

Fu Tingchen, however, knew that the other person was not actually looking at him, but rather looking at something through him.

In fact, Yun Zhiyi was only looking at the content presented on the character story cards.

Unexpected, yet very interesting.

She already knew most of the plot about these two characters from Wen Wan's storyline.

In the end, one died and the other left; they didn't appear much and weren't described in much detail.

However, the story cards of the two people now present a lot different from what she knew.

The retired emperor, named Fu Yuanbo, was the former emperor of the Great Dynasty. He reigned for twenty-five years, expanding the territory and working diligently to govern the country, making significant contributions.

This is a publicly known resume.

There is another section below.

He used the pseudonym Baishan. He was the previous leader of Zhengyangmen and the previous leader of the martial arts alliance. Ten years ago, he relinquished his position as leader in order to travel and seek a breakthrough.

However, he still holds the position of Grand Elder, but has been traveling around and has not returned.

He is one of the nine most renowned martial arts masters at the peak of the Innate Realm.

Her initial surprise stemmed from her ability to discern his internal strength.

The Great Perfection of the Innate Realm is equivalent to the late stage of the Golden Core Realm.

This was the first unexpectedly powerful person she had encountered in this world.

Previously, after Qingkong emerged, his cultivation level was suppressed to the Golden Core stage.

She had speculated that there might still be beings in this world with strength comparable to the Golden Core stage.

She had also wondered if there were hermit cultivators as well.

I didn't expect him to be a martial artist.

She silently looked at the other person's resume from the first half of their life, and found it to be quite interesting.

They say the imperial court and the martial arts world are sworn enemies, but who could have known that the previous leader of the martial arts alliance was actually the emperor of the Great Dynasty?

She holds two jobs at the same time and doesn't find it tiring at all.

No wonder he abdicated so early; it seems his pursuit was not power and wealth, but only martial arts.

Fu Tingchen's situation was even more complicated.