Chen Weichen, although skilled in various arts like music, chess, calligraphy and painting, had never been one to study diligently. For one thing, his heart was not in it; for another, with his elder brother inheriting the family business, there were no expectations for him to advance.

His elder brother originally held a position in the capital, but had been dispatched to an outer prefecture in recent months, leaving only the housekeeper and servants at home.

――The housekeeper was the old housekeeper from the main Chen manor in Yue City, Xiao Dao's father. Many of the servants were also brought over by his elder brother when he came to the capital, so they were all very familiar with Chen Weichen.

The old housekeeper smiled, "The second young master has grown up."

He then said with kind concern, "I've already instructed that all the fragile items in the house be hidden away, the incense to repel mosquitoes and insects has been lit, and arrangements have been made in the courtyard where it's slippery. The young master can stay with peace of mind."

Without waiting for Chen Weichen's response, he immediately grabbed his hand and looked him over carefully, "Very good, very good――the young ladies nowadays love such a charming and handsome young master. Has Madam arranged a marriage for the young master?"

Young Master Chen felt a bit guilty under this almost matchmaker-like gaze and rubbed his nose, "Not yet, I don't want to marry."

"This is not good," the old housekeeper twirled his beard, "The young master is already nineteen this year and needs to arrange a marriage soon. I think the third young lady of the Zhao family and the second young lady of the Fang family in Yue City are both very good. If not, the young ladies from various prestigious families in the capital can also be married. Our family will have no trouble finding a bride."

"Uncle Xiao, lower your voice," Chen Weichen sneakily leaned close to the old housekeeper and whispered, "My sweetheart is right over there. It won't be good if he hears."

"Oh my," the old housekeeper was both surprised and delighted, looking in that direction, "So you've snatched a fairy. Judging from the figure, it's a great beauty, just why is a mask always worn――"

Young Master Chen took the opportunity while the old housekeeper was caught off guard and ran away.

Lu Hongyan found that after a meal, everyone in the Chen manor was exceptionally attentive to her, leaving her puzzled.

There was another thing that had her perplexed recently.

Xiao Dao held some flower branches picked from the courtyard, intending to put them in the young master's room. After turning a corner, she saw Lu Hongyan standing in her path and heard, "Lady Xiao."

She was a bit confused, "Lady Lu, you have something for me?"

Lu Hongyan gave a light "hmm" and walked with her in the garden, "Can you tell me about your young master?"

"My young master," Xiao Dao silently guessed this Lady Lu's intentions in her heart, not sensing any ill will. Moreover, this was a friend who had traveled with the young master all the way, so she said, "The young master is a good person."

Lu Hongyan looked ahead, "How is he good?"

Xiao Dao held the flower branches and said earnestly, "Outsiders all say the young master is crazy, but those close to him like me all know that there is no one in the world as good as the young master."

Lu Hongyan only said lightly, "But how many people in the world have you seen?"

Xiao Dao shook her head, "I indeed haven't seen many people, but I've also read books with the young master and know that in the bustling world, there are good and bad people, nothing more than a few kinds. Some seek fame, some seek profit, some seek benevolence, some seek righteousness. The young master said that even the immortal cultivators who don't care about worldly affairs seek the Dao and seek longevity."

Lu Hongyan glanced at her, "What does he seek then?"

Xiao Dao pursed her lips and said, "I don't know."

After saying that, she thought for a moment, "The young master seeks nothing."

Lu Hongyan laughed, her voice a bit cold, "If one seeks nothing, is living any different from being dead?"

Xiao Dao frowned and thought for a good while before saying, "It's different. The world doesn't look kindly upon the young master, but the young master likes this world. Every blade of grass and tree, he likes it all. In the young master's eyes, there is no distinction between noble and lowly; he treats everyone equally. If you saw how he treats people and things..."

Lu Hongyan shook her head, "If you think a person is good, naturally everything about them seems good to you."

As they spoke, they had already reached the door of the room. Xiao Dao pushed the door open and went in, saying one last thing, "Then if you think he's not good, naturally you'll find fault with everything. But Lady Lu, if you think the young master is no different from ordinary people, why ask me?"

Chen Weichen was reading in the room and raised his head upon hearing their voices.

Xiao Dao quickly walked over to him, while Lu Hongyan glanced at him and turned to leave.

Xiao Dao inserted the flower branches into the sky-blue willow leaf vase, "She asked me what kind of person the young master is."

"How did you answer?"

"I said the young master is the best person in the world, but she didn't believe me."

Chen Weichen lazily leaned on the desk and sighed upon hearing this, "From the looks of it, she's getting suspicious."

"Suspicious?"

"Naturally about this young master's identity."

Xiao Dao was quite puzzled, "Identity? She knows you're the young master of the Chen family."

The young master shook his head, "I'm also the best person in the world, the one Xiao Dao likes the most, the one..."

Xiao Dao took a flower branch and wanted to hit him, "Who wants to like you!"

Chen Weichen sighed pitifully, "I know, I know, you like Ah Hui the most. The three of us grew up together since childhood, but you don't want me and were tricked by Ah Hui instead――Your father is urging me to take a wife, but I'm not likable at all, how can I marry?"

Xiao Dao snorted, "Pretentious. I just know you still miss that beauty under the moon in your dream. Quickly forget about such intangible things, and properly take a wife and have children."

Chen Weichen pulled her over and said seriously, "I've met her."

Xiao Dao waved her hand in front of his eyes, "Really gone crazy?"

"The fortune-teller said I have an immortal fate, so I went and met him――I originally thought I would only see him after a year. If he also went to have his fortune told that day, he would definitely be told he has an earthly fate. Although the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is heartless, we still walked a distance together, truly a fortunate event in life."

Xiao Dao furrowed her delicate brows, "Who are you talking about?"

"Naturally the beauty," Chen Weichen looked at a branch of peach blossom in the vase on the table and said, "The first time I saw him was not at Cang Lang Cliff, but at Liuxue Mountain. At that time, he was practicing his sword on the mountain top, dressed in white, his hair like raven ink. Under his sword's edge, the world surged with spiritual energy."

"I thought, there really exists such an otherworldly stunning person in this world, with such a transcendent sword. After another cycle of the world's changes, perhaps he can be my equal――At that time, I arrogantly considered myself the best in the world, so I went up and taught him a sword move."

Xiao Dao saw his unusual expression and nudged him, "Young master, what nonsense are you spouting again?"

"But I still did something wrong. That sword's coldness trapped him for half his life," Chen Weichen was saying when he suddenly stopped, as if abruptly waking from a dream, his voice lowering, "I'm mixing things up again. That clearly wasn't me."

Xiao Dao sighed, walked to the side and lit some incense to calm the mind and soothe the spirit for him. "Young master, go to bed early."

Chen Weichen said, "With nothing to do, of course I should sleep early. Ah Dao, go invite Sect Leader Ye over."

Xiao Dao acknowledged and lifted her skirt to walk out the door. At the doorway, she asked again, "How should I invite him?"

"Just tell him I want him to come over and he will come."

Xiao Dao went to knock on Ye Jiuya's door, half-believing and half-doubting, but unexpectedly managed to invite the person over.

She saw her own young master smiling happily, "Ah Dao, you should go sleep too."

Xiao Dao muttered in her heart that this person was getting more and more incomprehensible, but she was indeed exhausted from the journey. Thinking that the young master was concerned about her, she went to the outer room, took off her hairpins and went to rest.

With just the two of them left in the room, Ye Jiuya asked, "What is it?"

"Nothing," Chen Weichen hugged a soft pillow, "Calling you over to sleep together."

Ye Jiuya furrowed his brows slightly, "Sleep?"

Chen Weichen happily said "Mm-hmm" and continued, "I thought about it. Since you agreed I can do as I wish, it would be a real loss for me to still sleep alone."

The reasoning was sound and hard to refute. They had shared a bed before in the demon realm, it was nothing special.

Ye Jiuya complied.

Young Master Chen looked at the beauty beside him and contentedly closed his eyes.

Cultivators do not need much sleep. In the middle of the night, they are often focusing their spirit and meditating. But Chen Weichen usually sleeps through the whole night.

A person's breathing differs when awake, in light sleep, and in deep sleep - very easy to distinguish.

Ye Jiuya knew, when Chen Weichen lay down, although quiet, he actually had difficulty falling asleep - he had noticed this back in the demon realm.

Chen Weichen felt someone looking at him.

He opened his eyes uneasily and sure enough met Ye Jiuya's gaze.

He heard that person calmly say, "Can't sleep?"

Chen Weichen made an "mm" sound, scooted closer to him, tentatively hugged Ye Jiuya's arm, rested his head near his shoulder, and closed his eyes again. "That's why I often need to go to sleep early."

Perhaps because Chen Weichen had used him for those few days when he transformed into a sword, Ye Jiuya, although still a bit uncomfortable with this kind of intimate contact, did not have an overly resistant physical reaction.

Chen Weichen's current posture was very relaxed and dependent.

Ye Jiuya recalled his promise and felt he should do something at this moment. He expressionlessly thought back to the interactions between people he had seen after descending the mountain, but still could not reach a conclusion.

In the end, the image of Xie Lang embracing Qingyuan appeared in his mind.

So he slowly reached out his hand and lightly stroked Chen Weichen's hair a few times.

Chen Weichen's entire body trembled.