When the midnight moonlight shone through the dilapidated window of the woodshed onto He Yunxiao's face, he finally believed that his father's words about sleeping in the woodshed were not a lie.
They really did sleep in the woodshed.
The bedding brought by the maid was left aside, and He Yunxiao leaned against the pile of hay in the woodshed, lost in thought.
He Yunxiao understood his father's meaning. For sneaking a girl into the house, he deserved some punishment, even if it was just symbolic. In fact, the fact that his father didn't punish him directly this time, but instead chose to make him sleep in the woodshed, was already a way of giving Jiang Wuyou face.
This at least shows that the old man has a good impression of Jiang Wuyou. Otherwise, he wouldn't have punished him so lightly.
It's common for ninth-rank martial artists to use meditation and practice instead of sleeping, so He Yunxiao shouldn't have become depressed just because he slept in the woodshed.
He was lost in thought because he was considering Sister Jiang's secret investigation of his identity.
Should I be honest with Sister Jiang now?
If I were to tell the truth, would my relationship with her still be the same?
If we don't confess, how can we redeem Sister Jiang?
After thinking for a long time, He Yunxiao could only figure out one thing: the work of a spy must involve external communication. The fact that Sister Jiang was able to come to the Marquis's residence with him at least indicated that her previous work was not the "surveillance" type. If it were a "surveillance" type of spy work, she would not have abandoned her post without permission.
Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that Sister Jiang was sent to monitor her father.
He Yunxiao was initially skeptical of this, trusting Sister Jiang and believing she wouldn't offend his family. Secondly, even if Sister Jiang was indeed there to spy on his father, it didn't matter. Although his father held the rank of Second-Rank General, he was a meticulous but impulsive man, never seen considering military matters at home; therefore, his presence at the Marquis's residence held no value for surveillance.
He Yunxiao recalled the various messages about himself found in Sister Jiang's wooden box—a lot of them, very mixed, and the handwriting on the slips of paper was all different. He Yunxiao wondered, if Sister Jiang was a high-ranking spy, responsible for gathering information and assigning tasks, could he determine who the Yan Kingdom's spy was by observing who Sister Jiang had met with? Perhaps then he could redeem himself through meritorious service.
Observing Sister Jiang is no small task, and He Yunxiao knew he didn't have that much time to spare.
My schedule is packed from morning till night, making it impossible to squeeze out 24 hours to observe Sister Jiang's life.
He Yunxiao leaned against the haystack, looking somewhat dejected.
I've always been working alone. I wish I had a group of underlings who could serve me tea and water, act as my henchmen, and offer advice.
this……
He Yunxiao really wanted to call himself an idiot.
Isn't this just like all the female leads?
Du Meimei serves tea and water, Chu Chu acts as a henchman, Zi Ruo's wife offers advice, and Nan Zhu's wife is the group's darling and nanny—everyone's got it all.
The thought of having a wife named Ziruo instantly cleared He Yunxiao's mind, and he couldn't think of anything else.
What are you still thinking about?
Why don't we just ask Ziruo's wife what to do tomorrow?
At this moment, He Yunxiao finally understood the joy Liu Bei felt when he drew Zhuge Liang.
One word: game boosting!
When there's trouble, Mr. Yuhe is there; when there's no trouble, Mrs. Ziruo is there. She's both a brilliant strategist and a soft, comforting pillow—simply wonderful!
Although there is no concrete way to help Sister Jiang redeem herself, He Yunxiao has already outsourced the matter to his wife, Ziruo, to think of it. He is now relaxed as the client of the project.
As the client, I not only don't have to pay Ziruo's wife, but I also have to take advantage of her when she's working and trying to find solutions.
Tsk tsk, an old capitalist.
Humming a little tune, He Yunxiao, in a good mood, sat cross-legged in the woodshed and began to practice controlling his internal energy.
Develop internal energy, then discard it; develop internal energy, then discard it...
The real internal energy will have to be provided by Chu Chu; he only needs to train his internal energy control techniques and mental strength.
Although He Yunxiao's cultivation level was forcibly raised from the seventh rank to the ninth rank by the Soul Devouring Pill and Chu Chu, his ability to control internal energy was still at the seventh rank level.
Without Chu Chu's pure internal energy, He Yunxiao, a normal ninth-rank fighter, would not have been a match for her. It was only with the boost from Chu Chu's pure internal energy that He Yunxiao's combat power reached the level of a normal ninth-rank fighter.
Chu Chu couldn't help He Yunxiao with the technique of controlling internal energy; he could only rely on his own constant practice to make up for his shortcomings.
Before we knew it, it was two or three in the morning.
Having not slept all night, He Yunxiao, who had been focused on practicing his martial arts, had expended a great deal of energy, and his stomach was already empty.
Now that there are no maids to serve him, He Yunxiao has to do everything himself.
Just as He Yunxiao was about to get up and go to the kitchen to find something to eat, he heard soft footsteps outside.
The footsteps were both soft and rhythmic, carrying more weight than the light steps of a typical young girl.
This can only be Sister Jiang.
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the door of the woodshed, followed by Jiang Wuyou's voice.
"Xiao'er, are you asleep?"
"Sister, I'm asleep."
"If Xiao'er falls asleep, then I'll take the braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised carp... all back with me."
"Don't!"
He Yunxiao was starving, but upon hearing about the delicious food, he immediately sprang into action and invited Sister Jiang in.
There was no table in the woodshed, so Jiang Wuyou put the lunchbox on the ground, grabbed a handful of dry grass to use as a stool, and let He Yunxiao sit on it. She then busied herself serving rice and vegetables to He Yunxiao.
The most touching thing late at night is a delicious late-night snack.
Seeing that He Yunxiao's bedding was still neatly folded to one side, Jiang Wuyou asked, "Xiao'er, aren't you asleep?"
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