Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Unintentionally Enjoying a Night of Blossoms and Moonlight 

(Part 2)

"Thank you, my lord, and thank you, Fourteen, for your concern. However, Feng Lan does not need rest; serving 

my lord is enough." Feng Lan said with a faint smile, his gaze fixed on Si Cang Qing.

As if not hearing Feng Lan's words, Si Cang Qing lowered his eyes in thought, but then suddenly stood up and 

said lightly, "Let's go!"

Several other people were stunned, let's go? Where to go?

Seeing no one move, Si Cang Qing turned to look at Feng Lan, his gaze indifferent, and added, "Let's go enjoy 

the flower night together." It would also be a good opportunity to see the lives of the common people, something 

he hadn't had much time to experience over the past year.

Ah? Mo Zhiyan was momentarily stunned, unable to understand the master's decision.

Feng Lan quickly reacted, giving a sweet smile, "Master, going out of the palace like this would cause 

inconvenience. Feng Lan will go prepare some casual clothes right away." The white dragon robe on Si 

Cang Qing and the red lotus heavenly seal on his forehead clearly indicated his identity, making it impossible 

to go out in such a conspicuous manner.

"Mm." Si Cang Qing nodded, then looked at the other two, "If there's nothing else, you may leave!"

Liu Yi smiled faintly, "Your Highness is leaving the palace, so as your subjects, we naturally must accompany 

you."

Si Cang Qing didn't say anything more. As for his subordinates, as long as they did their jobs well, he didn't 

force or demand anything else from them.

As night falls, the moon rises high above the buildings.

The already lively night market becomes even more bustling on this festive evening. The sounds of people fill 

the air, and colorful lanterns are everywhere.

Young men and women looked on with a hint of curiosity at the four people accompanied by seven or eight tall 

guards. Each of these individuals had their own distinct charm, making them particularly eye-catching in the 

crowd, especially the young man in the middle wearing an exquisite brimmed hat, around seventeen or eighteen 

years old, tall and slender, with an extraordinary demeanor. Those perfect features exuded a sense of coldness 

and authority, making it hard to look directly at him, yet irresistibly drawing one in.

Walking aimlessly with little interest, the noisy crowd made Si Cang Qing feel somewhat uncomfortable, but…

Catching a glimpse of Feng Lan, who looked delighted and slightly agitated, Si Cang Qing's displeasure in his 

heart gradually faded a bit.

However, this scene was indeed strange. Liu Yi seemed indifferent to everything around him, his expression 

cold, rivaling Si Cang Qing; on the other side, Mo Zhiyan, who was talking with Feng Lan, secretly smiled 

bitterly. He didn't know why his usually cold-hearted master suddenly took an interest in wandering the flower 

night, making him dare not be too casual.

Only Feng Lan, although he was usually calm and quiet, couldn't help but feel a bit excited because he had 

never truly experienced the Flower Night, especially not with Si Cang Qing. Occasionally, he would look 

around at the surrounding festivities.

The joy in my heart is hard to describe.

Suddenly, his gaze swept ahead, and Feng Lan was momentarily taken aback. There were many lanterns hanging 

there, one of which was shaped like a rabbit, exactly as in the memory.

In his childhood, he was held to high expectations by his father and was subjected to strict discipline. Meanwhile, 

his siblings were somewhat mischievous, often sneaking out of the house and then showing off some new little 

trinkets in front of him.

The memories of those years have faded to almost nothing, even the appearance of his siblings in his mind is 

blurred, but he clearly remembers that on the last Lantern Festival, he was still diligently studying at home, 

enviously watching his siblings each carrying a rabbit-shaped lantern. For him as a child, it was a great longing.

Later, when he occasionally brought up the past with Fourteen, he only mentioned the happy things, like how he 

longed to hold a flower lantern during the Lantern Festival. But…

The years have passed, and he no longer cares about those things now.

But the feelings of nostalgia and reminiscence in his heart are still tangled and complicated.

"Master..." Seeing Si Cang Qing suddenly change direction and stride towards the stall selling lanterns, Feng 

Lan quickly followed.

"This one?" Ignoring the stall owner's flattery, Si Cang Qing pointed at one of the lanterns and looked at 

Feng Lan calmly.

Feng Lan was taken aback and, after a while, finally understood the implication. It was probably because he had 

been staring over here just now that Si Cang Qing had misunderstood. Feng Lan smiled shyly and said, "Master, 

Feng Lan doesn't really want the lantern; it just feels a bit nostalgic."

How could he still like these lanterns that children play with now that he's a man in his twenties?

Nostalgia? Staring fixedly at Feng Lan's smiling eyes, which were as clear as ever, but now held an indescribable 

softness, Si Cang Qing repeated, "This?"

Suddenly realizing, Feng Lan understood that Si Cang Qing meant to buy the lantern no matter what. Feeling a 

bit embarrassed, he slightly shifted his gaze and pointed to a bright red lotus lantern, saying, "It's this one."

Holding a flower is definitely better than that childish rabbit, especially since this is a lotus…

Nodding, Si Cang Qing said nothing and directly took the lantern, shoved it into Feng Lan's hand, and then 

walked away without a care. Anyway, the guards behind would take care of the payment.

Feng Lan, feeling embarrassed, gave a shy smile to the stunned Mo Zhiyan beside him, then held the lantern 

and followed his superior, Si Cang Qing.

The two people left behind were in disbelief. Was that really Si Cang Qing just now?

This version of Si Cang Qing is very unfamiliar. He is still indifferent and taciturn, but the noticeably softened 

demeanor and the faint yet genuine warmth make it impossible for anyone to associate him with his usual cold 

and ruthless self...

Feng Lan?

Liu Yi soon regained his composure, staring at him thoughtfully for a long, long time.

And Mo Zhiyan, staring at the two people walking ahead, frowned slightly. He couldn't see their expressions 

clearly, but he saw Feng Lan carefully protecting the lantern, preventing it from being crushed by the crowd. 

That cautious action was as if he were cherishing a treasure of the mortal world.

A hint of worry inevitably arose in Mo Zhiyan's eyes.

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

Under Mo Zhiyan's guidance, Si Cang Qing and his group took a break at an elegant restaurant and had dinner.

In the hall, people were guessing lantern riddles, some were reciting drinking songs, and various entertaining 

activities were in full swing, creating a lively atmosphere.

Looking at the dinner, which might take a while longer to prepare, the restaurants were very busy during this 

festival. Feng Lan sat beside Si Cang Qing and whispered, "Master, it's rare to come out of the palace to enjoy 

the festivities, especially during the Lantern Festival. Should we bring some small gifts from the common people 

for the Emperor?"

The emperor's health is not good, and now it is the chilly spring season, so he cannot leave the palace together.

Hearing this, Si Cang Qing looked at Feng Lan and said, "Alright, let's go now." After finishing dinner, it would 

be too late to buy anything good.

"Master, you should rest here," Feng Lan gently advised, "Feng Lan can handle it alone." After all, when it 

comes to choosing gifts, Si Cang Qing would definitely leave it to him to decide, so it would be better to save 

this trip.

Mo Zhiyan, who was sitting upright nearby, quickly spoke up, "Master, your subordinate will accompany 

Feng Lan. You should take a rest!"

"Mm." Si Cang Qing didn't insist either, just instructing, "Don't make it too complicated, go and come back 

quickly."

"Understood." Feng Lan smiled slightly and went downstairs with Mo Zhiyan.

Watching Feng Lan disappear into the crowd, Si Cang Qing slowly lifted his teacup and leisurely sipped the tea. 

Sitting across from him was Liu Yi, who also had no desire to chat. Generally, apart from serious matters, 

Si Cang Qing rarely spoke.

Liu Yi, with his cold demeanor, wouldn't engage in small talk either. He just silently gazed at the young face 

across from him, his heart in a bit of turmoil.

Liu Yi was somewhat lost in thought. Even someone as indifferent as he was impressed by this person's 

decisiveness and courage, willing to pledge loyalty. Remembering the grand ceremony of offering sacrifices 

to heaven, this person stood proudly, looking down upon all living beings; In the high-ranking court, this person 

was cold and ruthless, decisive in matters of life and death; however, today, to his great surprise, in front of the 

lantern stall, despite his indifference, his eyes revealed a hint of tenderness, like the ice melting under the spring 

breeze—chilly but no longer piercing. 

Liu Yi's eyes were slightly puzzled, mixed with curiosity: What kind of person is he really? Aside from that 

cold and hard exterior, what kind of face does he have?

Si Cang Qing's gaze wandered aimlessly, feeling the prolonged stare from the person opposite. He then turned 

his gaze back and looked directly into the other person's somewhat complicated eyes.

He was slightly startled. The moment Si Cang Qing looked at him, Liu Yi came back to his senses, and the 

chaotic thoughts in his mind vanished in an instant. He had his own principles: if it wasn't someone or something 

he should be curious about, he would never investigate.

People, it's rare to be muddled.

On the street, the crowd was bustling. Feng Lan and Mo Zhiyan, who had just bought small gifts, hurried 

towards the tavern, having spent some time choosing the gifts.

"Wait," Feng Lan caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye and immediately stopped, his emotions 

slightly stirred.

"What's wrong?" Mo Zhiyan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Fourteen, wait for me for a moment." Feng Lan smiled mysteriously and walked towards a shabby pastry shop 

at the street corner. He couldn't help but feel secretly pleased; he hadn't expected to find that Jiangdong snack 

in the capital. He still remembered how much Si Cang Qing loved to eat it when they were in Jiangdong. 

Thinking of the satisfaction on Si Cang Qing's face when he enjoyed the food, Feng Lan couldn't help but 

smile even more joyfully.

"This thing..." Mo Zhiyan frowned slightly, looking at the not-so-good-looking pastry.

"Master really likes to eat this," Feng Lan's eyes curved with delight, "I didn't expect to find it here."

Mo Zhiyan remained silent, watching Feng Lan, who was somewhat excited and hurriedly moving forward, 

with a somewhat complicated and hesitant expression.

When they were about to arrive at the restaurant, Mo Zhiyan suddenly took Feng Lan's arm and said briefly: 

"Brother Lan, come with me."

The lively atmosphere did not infect the deserted alley in the darkness at all.

Endless oppression, only shallow breaths could be heard.

The two standing opposite each other were both silent.

After a long while, one of them suddenly looked up, smiled, and said, "Fourteen, what nonsense are you talking 

about? Let's hurry back, the master will be worried!"

"Brother Lan!" Mo Zhiyan grabbed Feng Lan, his expression darkening. "Don't even think about escaping. 

I know, with someone like our master, it's easy to fall for him. But don't forget our identity; we must never get 

emotionally involved!" This is the first rule of the Shadow Guards.

Feng Lan fell silent.

Sighing, Mo Zhiyan continued, "I know that you have been together for a long time, and your feelings are 

naturally deep. The master treats you differently from others, but... you must understand, you can admire him, 

you can hate him, but you must never fall in love with him."

Feng Lan remained indifferent.

Mo Zhiyan's words carried a hint of pain, "Lan, among all the guards back then, you were the most outstanding 

and the most resilient. Now that you've finally emerged from the confusion, it's not a difficult task for you."

"I know the process will be very painful, but a short pain is better than a long one. Lan, I'm not one to gossip, 

and I feel conflicted saying this to you, but I've always regarded you as my own brother. I can't just stand by and 

watch you lead yourself to ruin."

Looking at Feng Lan, who still showed no reaction, Mo Zhiyan's eyes held a hint of sadness. "Lan, if you remain 

stubborn and unyielding, you will be the one to suffer the most."

Recalling the scene at the lantern stall tonight, Mo Zhiyan gave a bitter smile. "Perhaps, I don't understand the 

master well enough. But even if he has feelings for you, what difference would it make? He is the lord, you are 

the subject; he is the master, you are the shadow. You two can never be."

"Even if he wants you, Lan, are you really willing to submit under someone and become one of his male lovers?"

His body suddenly trembled, but he saw Feng Lan suddenly chuckle softly, his eyes bright, murmuring, 

"Fourteen, I just want to stay by the master's side. What's wrong with that? As long as..."

Feng Lan looked at Mo Zhiyan's concerned gaze with indifference, his tone unwaveringly firm, "As long as 

I can stay by the master's side, Feng Lan doesn't care in what manner."

Even if one day he becomes a male concubine who is shunned and despised, it doesn't matter.

From when did it start, this life’s wish, only one person.

"Brother Lan, you..." Mo Zhiyan choked, his usually cheerful face suddenly turned extremely gloomy, "You, 

how could you be so foolish!"

"Fourteen," Feng Lan's smile was somewhat ethereal, "Don't say anymore."

Turning to leave, Feng Lan's voice was faint, "You're overthinking it, nothing will happen."

"Master, it's Master..."

There might be concern, there might be tenderness, but Si Cang Qing remained the cold-hearted Si Cang Qing, 

the supreme prince of the Canghuan Kingdom.

Mo Zhiyan stood frozen in place for a long time. He closed his eyes in deep pain, leaning wearily against the 

peeling mud wall, feeling utterly powerless inside.

He was a royal guard, and apart from his duties, he didn't like meddling in other people's affairs. Today's 

unnecessary action was only because that person was Feng Lan, a dear friend he had always regarded as family. 

God knows how conflicted and torn he felt to say those words just now, but alas…

Looking up at the night sky in confusion, the crescent moon emitted a cold, clear light, indifferent to the joys and 

sorrows of the human world.

The solitary figure under the moon grew increasingly vague.

"Your Highness..." Qing Xu hurriedly ran into the garden and knelt before Si Cang Qing, "Your Highness, 

the Emperor suddenly fell ill!"

Getting up from the soft couch, Si Cang Qing coldly asked, "What's going on now?" As he spoke, he walked 

towards the door.

Qingxu closely followed behind, whispering, "Doctor Qiu just rushed over, threw a fit, and ordered the servants 

to immediately take His Highness to the Huan'ao Hall."

……

"Doctor Qiu, how is Father Emperor now?" The elderly man with graying hair before him was the esteemed 

Doctor Qiu Wei. Si Cang Qing seemed unfazed by his rude glare, his expression as indifferent as ever.

"Now you ask me, what has His Highness the Crown Prince been doing all this time?" Doctor Qiu reproached 

with a displeased tone, "His Majesty's health was barely holding up, and now look, it has suddenly deteriorated."

The emperor on the dragon bed, his face pale and coughing repeatedly, hurriedly said, "Old Qiu, it has nothing 

to do with you, cough cough, the crown prince's matter is my own, cough cough, negligence..."

"I haven't even scolded you yet," Imperial Physician Qiu, on the other hand, was full of vigor, not caring that 

the two in front of him were the current emperor and the crown prince, "Your Majesty, as the dragon body, how 

could you treat yourself like this? All my previous efforts have gone to waste!"

Furrowing his brows slightly, Si Cang Qing felt something was off. Clearly, Si Cang JueTian's health had 

improved over the past two years.

"Father, what exactly is going on?"

Facing Si Cang Qing's cold expression and Qiu Taiyi's glare, Si Cang JueTian could only keep smiling bitterly, 

"A few days ago, I caught a bit of a chill at night..."

"Your Majesty, your current health cannot withstand any disturbance," Doctor Qiu interrupted angrily, "Did you 

catch a chill? I just asked the guards on duty, and they said you were wandering outside all night!"

Si Cang JueTian slightly averted his eyes, feeling a bit guilty, "In the future, I will be more careful, Doctor Qiu. 

Thank you for your trouble!"

Looking at Si Cang Jue Tian's weak face, Imperial Physician Qiu's anger suddenly extinguished. He sighed and 

said, "Your Majesty, you are still young. If your health is poor, you should take good care of it. It's also partly 

my fault for not mastering my skills well. But doesn't the Divine Doctor have a successor? Once you find him, 

your health will improve."

Imperial Physician Qiu earnestly advised, "Listen to me, don't torment yourself any longer."

"Alright, it's nothing for now," Doctor Qiu's expression changed again as he looked at the silent Crown Prince 

standing beside him, his tone somewhat brusque, "Crown Prince, accompany me for a moment."

Knowing that the other party must have something to say, Si Cang Qing slightly nodded, glanced at Si Cang 

JueTian, "Father, please rest well. I will come to see you again later."

Feng Lan, as always, followed like a shadow, while Si Cang Qing accompanied Doctor Qiu for a while, only to 

receive countless eye rolls.

Suddenly stopping in his tracks, Si Cang Qing spoke calmly: "Doctor Qiu, if you have something to say, go 

ahead!"

Another eye roll, and Doctor Qiu let out a long sigh, "Your Highness, the Emperor's health is deteriorating 

more and more. You should have someone find the heir of the Divine Doctor as soon as possible! Originally, 

he could have held on for a few more years," saying this, he gave Si Cang Qing another eye roll. "As soon as 

you returned to court, the emperor handed over all the state affairs to you, so now you don't worry about 

anything and take even less care of your health..."

Listening quietly to Qiu Wei for a long time, it turned out that the old doctor disliked him so much because 

of this matter.

With some vague thoughts in his mind, Si Cang Qing suddenly spoke up, "Why doesn't Father Emperor take 

care of his own health?"

Doctor Qiu was taken aback, looked at the other person with a complex expression, and after a long pause, 

sighed, "A heart ailment requires a heart remedy!" Otherwise, even if they found the heir of the God of Medicine, 

with Si Cang JueTian's indifferent attitude, it would be of no use.

Without saying more, Doctor Qiu gave a few more instructions and then left.

A heart ailment requires a heart remedy? Si Cang Qing stood in place, pondering for a long while. He already 

knew about Si Cang JueTian's deep-seated heart curse; but this heart ailment...

"Lan, what is a heart ailment?" Si Cang Qing turned around and asked Feng Lan.

The old doctor's words just now were still ringing in Feng Lan's ears. After pondering for a moment, he said, 

"That is, Your Majesty must have some unresolved Heart knot."

"Heart knot?" Si Cang Qing still looked puzzled.

"Heart knot," Feng Lan explained with some difficulty, "for example, something or someone that cannot be let 

go of, could become a Heart knot..." As he spoke, his voice unconsciously lowered.

"Liu Ziwen?" Si Cang Qing suddenly thought of the secret meeting with the emperor that day. Given what he 

knew, with Si Cang JueTian's temperament, that knot in his heart must be about Liu Ziwen.

Shaking off the inexplicable emotions, Feng Lan asked in return, "What's wrong with the Prime Minister?"

"The knot in Father's heart should be him," Si Cang Qing said calmly, briefly explaining their relationship, then 

asked, "Why would Father Emperor become distressed over this?"

Although Si Cang Qing's words were brief, they stirred up a storm in Feng Lan's heart. The relationship between 

the Emperor and the Prime Minister... was clearly not that simple. It was just that Si Cang Qing didn't 

understand matters of the heart, so he couldn't see through it.

Such things cannot be known by others, otherwise…

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

"Lan?" Looking at the frightened Feng Lan, Si Cang Qing's tone became slightly heavier, "What has happened 

to you these past few days?"

Your mood has been very low every day, not only have you stopped smiling, but you have also become even 

more silent than before. It seems...

Si Cang Qing's eyes narrowed, his voice cold and hard, "What happened between you and Fourteen?" Yes, when 

it comes to investigating Feng Lan's changes, it was that night of the Lantern Festival, to be precise, after 

returning with Mo Zhiyan.

Startled by the master's sharpness, Feng Lan hurriedly spoke, "Master, Feng Lan is fine, and nothing happened 

with Fourteen!"

"Really?" Si Cang Qing's expression was icy.

"Really," Feng Lan hurriedly explained, weaving a clumsy lie, "maybe… caught a bit of a chill, so, so Fang 

Lan has been feeling a bit under the weather these past few days."

The faint displeasure in his heart gradually faded. Si Cang Qing didn't pursue the matter further, only saying, 

"Don't lie to me." Then he added, "If you're tired, go rest."

"Feng Lan would never deceive the master, thank you for your concern." Feng Lan smiled faintly, watching as 

Si Cang Qing, who had just been exceptionally cold, now returned to his usual indifference. His heart was filled 

with countless emotions...

Such concern, such warmth, is all genuine!

Enough! Suppressing the myriad of tangled emotions in his eyes, Feng Lan seemed to regain his previous spirit. 

He whispered to Si Cang Qing, "Master, regarding the heart ailment mentioned by Doctor Qiu, Feng Lan has an 

idea but doesn't know if it's appropriate to speak of it..."

"Speak your mind." 

"Feng Lan thought," biting his teeth, Feng Lan still mustered the courage to voice his guess, "If the emperor's 

heart knot really is... the Prime Minister, then it should be..."

"What is it?" Si Cang Qing looked at the hesitant Feng Lan in confusion, urging him to continue.

"Yes, the one he cares about." Not daring to look at the master's expression, Feng Lan's voice was as faint as a 

mosquito's buzz.

The one he cares about? Si Cang Qing pondered, so the emperor likes that Liu Ziwen? Is that so? It seems he 

should just ask the person involved directly!

"Let's go," Si Cang Qing suddenly spoke, then led the way towards the emperor's sleeping quarters.

Looking at the figure ahead, Feng Lan let out a sigh of relief, thinking that his guess would have displeased 

his master! But then he thought again and couldn't help but give a bitter smile; his master probably didn't 

understand that kind of emotion at all, which was why he didn't care in the slightest.

"Father, why are you unwilling to cure your illness?" Si Cang Qing looked down from his high position at the 

man half-lying on the bed, his tone indifferent.

"Qing'er, don't listen to what Imperial Physician Qiu says," Si Cang JueTian said with a loving smile, "This time 

it was an accident..."

Si Cang Qing didn't believe his explanation and said calmly, "Is it because of Prime Minister Liu? Do you like 

him?"

"Cough cough..." Suddenly hearing Si Cang Qing's words, the Emperor started coughing violently, and his 

condition was very bad.

After a long while, Si Cang JueTian finally stopped coughing. He looked at Si Cang Qing's eyes, which seemed 

unable to reflect anything, with a bitter smile. After signaling everyone to leave, he sighed lightly and confessed, 

"Qing'er, you know?"

So Feng Lan guessed correctly? Si Cang Qing was even more confused, "What does you liking him have to do 

with you not wanting to get treated?"

"Qing'er, you don't understand, even if I tell you, you won't be able to comprehend," Si Cang JueTian said with 

a helpless smile. "In the past, bearing the responsibilities of an emperor, I had to take care of my health; but 

precisely because I am the emperor, I cannot be with him. I owe him that much. Now, I no longer bear the 

burdens of royalty, and I have no more desires in this life. If I were to leave like this, it wouldn't matter.”

"You like him, so why not be with him?" Forget about the past; now that you no longer have the responsibilities 

of an emperor, why not be together?

"That's why, Qing'er, you can't understand," Si Cang Jue Tian said with a weary smile. "You'll only know what 

it feels like when you fall in love with someone."

Silently looking at the other person, Si Cang Qing pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "I don't 

understand what loving someone means, but your illness must be treated; if you want to be with Prime 

Minister Liu, I will help you."

Suddenly looking at Si Cang Qing, Si Cangjuetian was momentarily stunned.

……

Night, the wind carries a hint of floral fragrance, a slight chill in the air.

Feng Lan hurriedly got up to close the window, but upon looking up, he saw another bright moon, just like 

the one on the Lantern Festival night.

Standing by the window, feeling a bit dazed. Only on nights like this can he think freely about those endless 

and unattainable things, without any reservations in the world of his thoughts.

"Lan..."

Suddenly interrupted in her thoughts, Feng Lan quickly turned around to see Si Cang Qing had returned. He had 

dinner with the emperor tonight and was sent back to rest because of the lie he had previously concocted.

"Master, you're back," Feng Lan greeted with a faint smile, stepping forward to help him remove his cloak. 

"The emperor is fine, right?"

"Mm." Si Cang Qing replied, then lowered his gaze, lost in thought.

"Master?"

"Does Lan like me?" Thinking about today's events, Si Cang Qing suddenly asked Feng Lan. Si Cang 

JueTian's words were confusing; he didn't understand. In his previous life, Feng Aozhu was the same, 

always saying incomprehensible things and doing unreasonable acts, all because of a liking.

"Master..." Feng Lan was greatly shocked and immediately knelt down, "Feng Lan doesn't dare."

The heart was pounding rapidly, unsure whether it was from being startled or frightened.

With a hint of displeasure, Si Cang Qing said in a deep voice, "Get up!"

Immediately, Feng Lan stood up respectfully with his head bowed.

Si Cang Qing asked again, "You don't like me?" Otherwise, why did you react like that just now?

Quickly glancing up at the other person, Feng Lan lowered his head again and repeated, "Feng Lan doesn't dare!"

"Forget it." The last bit of curiosity was worn away by Feng Lan, and Si Cang Qing was too lazy to pursue 

it further. "Help me change clothes!" Ever since accepting Feng Lan's close service, he had handed everything 

over to the other party to handle.

"Yes."

Everything seemed to return to normal until Feng Lan was about to go back and rest. He suddenly turned 

around, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Master, why do you ask if I like you?"

Why ask such a question that could easily be misunderstood?

Si Cang Qing replied somewhat casually, "Just a bit curious..."

Just a bit curious! Feng Lan silently returned to the outer room and sat dazedly on the bed.

A boundless sense of loss filled his heart: So, he really was looking forward to something...

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