Qi Yan left the Demon Cult in the early morning of the second day. He didn't know where Lou Guxiu had gone, but to Qi Yan, he was a kind-hearted servant.

"So there are still many good people on this continent!" Qi Yan sat on a small stone bench in his yard, eating highballs and drinking warm tea.

"Master." The servant on the side had a look of despair on his face, "Where have you been these three days? I couldn't find you, and my beard was curled up because I was so angry."

"It's curled up, my father's beard is curled up anyway." Qi Yan waved his hand nonchalantly.

The servant sighed, "The master will be angry again when he hears this."

"Don't sigh, I will use three days to taste all the flavors of the world and refresh the wonders of the continent. This is a good thing!"

"What wonders?"

"There are still many good people in the Demon Cult."

"..."

The servant didn't want to talk to his silly master. He

glanced and saw a foot wearing brocade shoes stepping in from the archway at the entrance of the courtyard. The servant shuddered and knelt down quickly after seeing who it was.

"Rebellious son--!"

Qi Qianxing's beard on both sides trembled twice as he spoke. His feet were like the wind, and he came to Qi Yan in the blink of an eye. He stretched out his hand to grab his ear, staring at him sternly, "Where have you been these three days?"

"Oh, it hurts... I just went out to try the warmth and coldness of the world!"

"Nonsense! If you want to try the warmth and coldness of the world, just come to your old man! I will definitely beat you until you are hot and cold!"

Qi Yan emphasized, "You are committing atrocities!"

"I beat my son, so what? Who dares to say something behind my back?!"

As soon as the words fell, the servants around him lowered their eyes, as if they didn't see what happened here.

It seemed that his hands were tired of pulling the ears, so Qi Qianxing loosened his hands, looked at the pitiful appearance of Qi Yan covering his ears, and snorted softly, "Your mother was so worried that she cried, did you go back to see your mother this morning?"

Qi Yan stood up straight, raised his feet and ran outside.

Looking at the back of his silly boy who was running not slow at all, Qi Qianxing sighed deeply.

I don't know if his temper is good or bad. He is honest and dazed. If he is used by someone with ulterior motives, he may die.

I have to train this kid more, otherwise he will not know people's hearts, and then he will not even have time to cry.

At noon, I had lunch with Mr. Qi and Mrs. Qi. During the meal, they asked about his health and the dishes in the bowl never stopped. Mr. Qi was inexplicably jealous, and his curly beard began to tremble again.

Qi Yan did not say a word about the Demon Cult, because he was afraid that his parents would worry. After all, the upright practitioners have a deep hatred for the Demon Cult.

After lunch, Qi Yan returned to his small courtyard as if he had wings, with his father's eyes saying "you can go away".

Just like in the morning, he sat on a stone bench, drank tea and ate cakes.

The servant could see how bored his young master was. Not wanting to disturb his master, the servant quietly withdrew.

Not far from the small pavilion is an apricot tree. At this time of year, the pink and white flowers on the dark brown branches have not yet fully bloomed, but some of them are still proudly on the branches, blooming with the most beautiful style.

At first glance, the apricot blossoms, without green leaves to accompany them, echo the stone wall in the background, and the scenery is particularly fascinating.

"Master." The servant who had left for less than a quarter of an hour returned and whispered in Qi Yan's ear, "The second young lady of the Zhan family is here."

Qi Yan's interest in viewing the scenery was disturbed, and he frowned unhappily. Hearing the five words "Second Young Lady of the Zhan Family", he became even more irritated.

"You say no to her and say I'm not here!"

Zhan Roudai, the concubine

of the Zhan family, was the second young lady who had a natural spiritual root and was spoiled since birth. Unlike other concubines of the Zhan family, she is a very shrewd woman. She will not take the initiative to bully Zhan Nishang, but stand in the dark, watching others sneer at Zhan Nishang, but not helping.

Concubines have a hatred for legitimate daughters that others do not understand.

Therefore, Zhan Nishang's phoenix rebirth destroyed the appearance of those concubine mothers and concubine sisters, but because there was no reason, no one attacked her.

Zhan Roudai always hopes to turn things around through Qi Yan, so that her status can be higher than that of the legitimate daughter, and she can step on Zhan Nishang.

The reputation of the concubine of the Zhan family is not good, so what about the eldest lady of the Qi family?

The servant left in embarrassment, and a moment later he actually walked in with Zhan Roudai.

Qi Yan's eyes widened, and the servant came over with tears in his eyes and said, "This is what the lady meant."

In this way, Qi Yan had no choice. After all, Zhan Roudai was a scheming woman, and she was currently fooling Madam Qi around.

"Brother Qi Yan." Zhan Roudai smiled charmingly, "I heard that you were back home, I was very worried, so I made some cakes to comfort you." After that, she frowned slightly, and a trace of worry appeared on her face as soft as Lin Daiyu.

Qi Yan bowed politely, "Thank you for your concern, Miss Zhan. I am doing fine, don't worry."

"Brother Qi Yan, don't be so distant. You and I have known each other since childhood. Although we are not as close as you and your sister, no matter what happens, it will always be related to each other."

Zhan Roudai is indeed a good person. Qi Yan called her the second lady so bluntly, but she did not change her expression.

Qi Yan nodded, waved his hand casually with a lack of interest, "Now that I am fine, Miss Zhan does not have to worry."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, which seemed to mean to send him away.

No matter how good Zhan Roudai's pretending was, she couldn't hold on any longer. Her face sank slightly, she raised a faint smile, and mentioned casually, "I heard that my sister is deeply loved by the leader of the Demon Cult. Although he is the leader of the Demon Cult, no matter who it is, as long as he is good to my sister, our Zhan family will feel relieved."

"Yes, you are right."

Qi Yan's sincere agreement made Zhan Roudai choke, and the topic was put aside.

After racking her brains, Zhan Roudai said, "In two days it will be the Apricot Blossom Festival. Several of us young men from wealthy families will organize a boat trip to Wangyue Lake to enjoy the flowers. Brother Qi Yan, do you want to go with us?"

Qi Yan was reluctant, but an idea flashed through his mind. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time before saying, "If I have nothing to do that day, then we'll go together."

After getting the answer she wanted, Zhan Roudai's mood, which had not been clear all the time, finally got a ray of sunshine. She bowed gracefully and said goodbye with satisfaction.

In the original novel, on the day of the Apricot Blossom Festival, Zhan Nishang escaped from the Demon Cult and lived in seclusion in the valley, practicing Qi hard to prepare for revenge for the Qi family. Although the situation has changed now, since the Apricot Blossom Festival is an important day, it cannot be ignored.

Time is like the fallen apricot petals, lying on the soil, turning into a scent that penetrates into the land.

The day before the Apricot Blossom Festival, Qi Yan finally couldn't help it, picked up a pen and wrote a letter. After putting it in an envelope, he bought a pigeon himself, tied the letter to its feet, and released it by hand.

Qi Yan didn't reply to the letter all day, and he was depressed. Just after taking a bath in the evening, he lay on the couch and felt a sound from the door.

His expression froze, Qi Yan put on a piece of clothes and went downstairs. He came to the door and listened vigilantly to the movement outside.

After a while, there was another soft sound, but this time the distance was very close, Qi Yan heard it clearly.

——That was Ao Lun's voice!

Surprise outweighed vigilance, and Qi Yan, full of joy, opened the door without saying a word. Sure enough, a huge creature was lying at the door.

"Big bastard!"

Qi Yan called out, and Ao Lun glanced at him, shaking his fur with unusual arrogance, and walked into Qi Yan's room by himself.

Looking at the empty yard, Qi Yan couldn't help feeling disappointed... But it was good that Ao Lun was here. After

closing the door and turning around, he saw a man drinking tea sitting in the main seat opposite the door.

Qi Yan was stunned, standing there stupidly without moving.

The man in the main seat saw him like this, snorted softly, and his charming black eyes flickered, emitting an evil light.

"Humph, still so stupid."