Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

Zhao Rucheng slept until the afternoon before waking up. He felt uncomfortable and was about to go back to sleep when he felt like he had forgotten something.

Did he smell a faint sweet and bloody scent last night?

He quickly got up, put on his clothes, and hurriedly rushed out.

As he passed through the courtyard, he saw Jiang Wang practicing his sword. In the midst of his busyness, he casually said, "Third Brother, you should change your bedding. It's uncomfortable."

Without waiting for Jiang Wang's reply, he had already disappeared.

"Hey!"

Jiang Wang called out, but couldn't stop him. He was a bit puzzled: "I just changed to new bedding at the beginning of the month."

He went back to his bedroom, searched through the bed for a while, but found nothing. Finally, he lifted the entire bedding and saw a small piece of wood on the bed board.

"..."

"Perhaps this is what it's like in a wealthy household..."

...

The Yunhe of Lingxiao Pavilion did not fly directly in the air like a carrier pigeon. In fact, it had always been in the clouds, blending with the sea of clouds. The power of Dao wrapped the information and traveled through the white clouds. Only when it was close to the target, a cloud would be temporarily "pulled out" and transformed into a Yunhe to deliver the message.

Before this, even if this power was captured, it was difficult to decipher the information within, and one would only obtain scattered energy.

Therefore, delivering messages through Yunhe was a very secure method.

Usually, Ye Qingyu's letters arrived at night, shortly after it got dark but before it was completely dark.

This letter arrived a bit later than usual, and it was unclear what had delayed it.

The Yunhe flew in through the window, and Jiang Wang reached out to catch it, but the Yunhe circled around and flew in front of Jiang An'an.

"The letter is for me!" Jiang An'an giggled, put down the calligraphy she was practicing, and held the cloud letter and a leaving image stone in her small hand.

"Yes, it's for you." Jiang Wang smiled indulgently and leaned over to read it together.

Jiang An'an suddenly grabbed the letter and turned to run outside. "I won't let you read it!"

"..."

Jiang An'an stayed in the bedroom for quite some time before returning to the study.

"Where's the Yunhe?"

"I wrote a reply and it flew back!" Jiang An'an said.

Jiang Wang, who was reading the Daoist classics, turned his head. "Brother hasn't written yet."

Jiang An'an proudly pointed to the calligraphy on the small desk. "I've learned all the characters on these calligraphy sheets!"

"Impressive, impressive." Jiang Wang weakly responded and continued reading his Daoist classics.

"I'll buy you new ones tomorrow. Twenty sheets!" he silently exclaimed in his heart.

An'an also picked up a small brush and diligently practiced calligraphy.

Jiang Wang turned a page and suddenly remembered the message Du Yehu had conveyed during the day. He casually asked, "An'an, do you ever think of someone? Someone about the same age as me, who has been gone for a while."

"Who?"

"Well, nobody."

Does An'an miss you a lot? Huh? Du Lao Hu?

...

Sanfen Fragrance Tower.

In Miàoyù's room, Fang Ze, the head of the Fang family, was sitting on a chair, sniffing the fragrance of tea.

"How does Fang Yuanwai feel?" Miàoyù asked softly.

Fang Ze sniffed for a while and put down the teacup.

"Not very good." He seemed to be evaluating the tea.

"What conditions can you propose?" Miàoyù was not annoyed and continued to smile.

"No conditions will do." Fang Ze stood up, straightened his robe, and brushed it off. "It's not something I can touch. I won't get involved."

It was rumored that he was infatuated with beauty and had fallen under Miàoyù's charm. Who would have thought that in Miàoyù's fragrant chamber, he would be so indifferent?

"Does Fang Yuanwai forget how the Yun Kingdom's trade route was established?" Fang Ze stopped his steps, smiled lightly, and said, "I am very grateful for the help of Sanfen Fragrance Tower in establishing the Yun Kingdom's trade route. But in business, I have paid the appropriate compensation. We are even. The esteemed Sanfen Fragrance Tower wouldn't use this matter to pressure me, right?"

"Of course not. If Fang Yuanwai insists, we won't force you.""Thank you for your understanding, Miss Miaoyu," said Fang Zehou, sighing, "I really want to help you, but the current situation in Yun Country is so tense that no one dares to take people out of the country. No matter who the person is, the risk is too high."

Miaoyu smiled charmingly, "Mr. Fang, there's no need to say more, I understand."

"Miss Miaoyu is wise and magnanimous. I will take my leave now and will bother you again next time."

Fang Zehou bowed and left.

Watching the closed door, Miaoyu smiled.

"If it was indeed the Three Fragrance Tower that made the deal with you, of course, you would have paid in full and owe nothing."

"But it's the White Bone Path that helped you, how can you clear it so cleanly?"

...

In a secret room of the Moon Viewing Tower.

Fang Heling asked with his hands behind his back, "Are all the arrangements made?"

The steward standing below him bowed his head and replied, "The arrangements have been made. But young master, now..."

Fang Heling waved his hand to interrupt him, "Just do as I ordered. I'll take responsibility for this!"

The steward had been working for the Fang family for more than a decade, and of course, he knew the weight of Fang Heling in Fang Zehou's heart.

But the matter was of great importance, and he couldn't help showing a difficult expression, "It wasn't easy for us to open this trade route. A person of unknown origin, who knows what he has done. If it's found out by Yun Country, our business will be over."

With the death of Fang Pengju, the future of the Fang family was not as promising as the other two families. Plus, the previous Heart-Eating Demon broke the protective array, killing the pillar of the family, the backbone-like existence, the entire Fang family's momentum is now shaky. It can even be said that more than half of it is supported by this exclusive trade route with Yun Country.

So the Fang family really couldn't afford to take risks.

But the current head of the Fang family is Fang Zehou, and the title of clan leader is just waiting for the old clan leader who is lingering on the sickbed to die. Fang Heling, as Fang Zehou's legitimate son and the future clan leader who is nailed down, is practicing in the inner door of the City Dao Institute. His words and orders, this steward really can't resist.

Because of the urgency, he didn't even have a chance to report to Fang Zehou.

"For you, it's an unknown origin, but for this young master, it's clear. You can rest assured, if there's any problem, I'll take the blame."

Fang Heling dismissed the steward with a few words and then left the secret room.

He quickly entered a private room, where the sound of toasting and laughter could be heard.

He was hosting a banquet for his fellow disciples here today, knowing nothing.

If anything really happened, it wouldn't be blamed on him.