Before dawn.
The silver moon had already sunk to the horizon. Lights were sparse along the streets, and a few breakfast shops had already set up their stalls.
Clip-clop, clip-clop...
The Lin Household's carriage headed toward the Lin Residence in the Inner City.
Inside the carriage, the exquisitely pretty Zisu lay beneath a thin blanket, already fast asleep from exhaustion.
Xie Jinhuan sat in the main seat, his face no longer bearing the smug satisfaction of the Ancestor of Joyous Union from earlier, only the same cold, innocent look he had worn when they first met.
Dressed in a dark green long skirt, Lin Wanyi sat sideways on his lap and leaned into his embrace. Her breathtaking face beneath her gold-rimmed glasses still bore a hint of tipsiness as she muttered, "Big Pig Trotter."
"Hmm?"
"When did you meet that Miss Night?"
"Hmm... quite a while ago..."
"Before you met me?"
Xie Jinhuan blinked and leaned toward Wanyi's neck for a sniff.
Lin Wanyi tucked her neck in and leaned back slightly.
"What's wrong? Do I still smell like mountain laurel flowers? That's impossible. I washed for ages just now..."
Xie Jinhuan had indeed gotten Wanyi dirty earlier, but that certainly wasn't what he was smelling. He teased her.
"There's just a whiff of vinegar..."
Realizing what he meant, Lin Wanyi immediately straightened a little and thumped his chest twice.
"Getting tired of me? So what if I'm jealous? We clearly met first, on the same day as Qingmo. Yet that Miss Night only showed up recently, and she's already calling me Wanyi this and Wanyi that. She won't even call me Elder Sister..."
"..."
"What are you hesitating for? Yes, she's beautiful, her cultivation is high, and she can take three thousand strokes without crying. I can't do that,