After informing the others, Ji Fengyao went to start refining pills.

Xique, arm in arm with Wuhen, led Wuying, Sujing, and Suyuan into the back hall with the spirited and lively ghost mask.

It is very convenient for cultivators to move around. Everyone has their own storage ring, and they carry most of their daily necessities with them.

Xique simply chose a courtyard closer to the main hall for them, and each person casually picked a room with a table, chairs, and a bed, and that was it.

Afterwards, the group sat at the stone table in the courtyard, drinking tea and chatting, mostly about their experiences after they parted ways.

I heard that that bastard Dongdan Zhanpeng once had designs on Xique, and Wuhen almost lost his temper on the spot.

Ghost Face, who always enjoys watching the drama unfold, stepped forward to testify that Dong Dan Zhanpeng had died at the hands of Qian Youying and Dong Dan Shuiyue, and only then did Wuhen calm down.

However, the Dongdan clan has already marked them in Wuhen and Wuying's hearts, and they will not hold back when they encounter members of the Dongdan clan in the future!

Having learned that An Zijin is now Ji Fengyao's right-hand woman, and that she is of good character and has excellent cultivation, Wuying did not dare to neglect her.

He was afraid that if things weren't handled properly, An Zijin would become the second Lin Shuang.

Before parting ways that evening, he specifically instructed Wuhen to go and explain the matter to Xique.

When Xique learned that Wuying had already made up his mind, he felt sorry for An Zijin but happy for Wuying. He said, "This is all my fault. It's not even close to being settled yet. I shouldn't have joked about Sister An and Brother Wuying."

Tomorrow I'll talk to Sister An and make things clear. It's only right that she hits me; Brother Wuhen, don't stop her.

Wuhen hugged Xique, who only acted like a little girl in front of him, his face full of happiness and satisfaction: "If Miss An is really as good as you say, she is a reasonable person and would not hit you."

Moreover, with so many brothers under the prince's command, Wuying isn't the only outstanding man; there must be others more suitable for Miss An.

“That’s right. All the men under our son-in-law are elite soldiers. Once everyone is gathered, Sister An will definitely be able to find a suitable husband,” Xi Que said happily, her eyes crinkling with laughter in Wu Hen’s arms. She was both bright and lovely.

They're not the only ones who's concerned about this.

Ji Fengyao also kept this matter in mind.

In fact, losing Lin Shuang was always a regret in her heart. If she had discovered Lin Shuang's heartache earlier and been honest with her from the beginning, perhaps Lin Shuang would not have ended up like that.

Therefore, when An Zijin encounters such a situation again, Ji Fengyao sees it and keeps it in mind.

That evening, after she finished refining the pills and put away the furnace, An Zijin came to report to her that the thatched cottage had been renovated.

She then kept An Zijin behind and asked her seriously about Wuying.

An Zijin was a little embarrassed when these things were brought up suddenly. She said, "Miss, don't listen to Xique's nonsense during the day. I have never met Wuying before and we don't know each other. How could there be any talk of waiting for him? It's just that I saw you and the young master being affectionate before, and Xique often talked about Wuhen. I casually asked if the young master had any other good men under his command, and Xique mentioned Wuying. There was nothing else."

“It’s the magpie that’s causing trouble,” Ji Fengyao shook her head and complained.

“Xique meant well, Miss, please don’t blame her,” An Zijin said, noticing Ji Fengyao’s off-key tone. She quickly defended Xique, saying, “Miss, you brought this up so solemnly late at night, is there something wrong with it?”