"Brother Ye, please behave! I am a married woman, how could I... sleep with you."

"What are you thinking!"

Chen Ye was speechless, the way Mao Qingzhu thought rivaled that of Qing Jun.

He explained, "Of course, I mean resting with my disciple, like... Qing Jun."

In fact, though Chen Ye claimed it was a prank, he had another intention.

He had long seen through Mao Qingzhu's little "closer to home, more timid" thoughts.

He could tell that Mao Qingzhu really wanted to be close to her daughter.

But for some reason, she seemed afraid or didn't know how to face her.

Even though they were both in Lisong Valley, she almost never dared to appear outside her small courtyard...

Since that was the case, as her sworn brother, he had to help her.

"I..." Mao Qingzhu realized she misunderstood and felt deeply ashamed.

But as she recalled Chen Ye's words, she couldn't help but glance at Qing Jun's room in the courtyard.

If that's the case... then she had to share a bed with Qing Jun...

Even though she knew it was improper for men and women to live in the same courtyard, she still nodded lightly: "After all, there's nothing to be done... But if I remember correctly, Qing Jun shares a bed with Zhiwei?"

"What's the problem? For the next few days, let Zhiwei sleep in my room." Chen Ye replied without thinking.

"Oh, sorry to trouble you, Brother Ye..." Mao Qingzhu bit her red lips, already beginning to look forward to sharing a bed with Qing Jun...

But, could it be that Brother Ye deliberately helped her?

She discreetly glanced at the man, only to see a serious expression on his face. Presumably, it was only to cope with the ghost matter that he wanted her to live with Qing Jun.

Nevertheless, this was good.

It meant her little thoughts weren't discovered—being too timid, so timid that she couldn't even face her own daughter.

Fortunately, Qing Jun was bold and not as timid as herself.

Mao Qingzhu felt somewhat relieved and more guilty towards Brother Ye.

Brother Ye is a bit dense...

...

"Ow! Ow!"

A little girl wailed in a childish voice, hiding in the grass outside Mao Qingzhu's courtyard, crying with all her might while elbowing her senior sister,

"Sister, sister,"

She whispered uncertainly in a low tone,

"Do you think... this is really scary? Why do I feel like Aunt Mao... doesn't seem frightened at all?"

The black-haired little girl pondered, chin resting on her hand:

"Just now, Aunt Mao should have been scared, she ran away in fright. If that's the case, Aunt Mao wouldn't dare to stay in Lisong Valley, right? I didn't expect Qing Jun's plan to really work..."

"Yeah!"

Upon hearing this, Qing Jun puffed up her little chest with pride, speaking in a voice filled with pride that only she and her sister could hear,

"I told you this plan would work! Don't they say children resemble their parents! So the reverse is true too, parents can be like their children! I'm most afraid of ghosts, so Aunt Mao should be afraid too! Chased away another bad woman!!"

There was a sudden silence in the grass.

The two little girls exchanged glances, their faces smeared with chaotic white powder and soot, looking like two little flower cats.

Yet, at this moment, no one could laugh.

On their cute little faces, there was varying degrees of worry.

Qing Jun sighed, "But there are too many women around Master, even if we chase them every day, we can't drive them all away. Even without Aunt Mao, there's still Sister Susu, Sister Qiuyun, Sister Qiongyu."

Zhiwei's dark eyes dimmed a little, and she murmured, "Then how can we make it permanent..."

"Permanent..."

The two little girls simultaneously repeated.

Qing Jun dangerously narrowed her eyes, while Zhiwei oddly blushed.

However,

what they were thinking, no one knew.

Because neither wanted the other to know their thoughts, they remained silent once more.

Only the little fox lying on Qing Jun's head had just woken from sleep, squeaking groggily.

"Forget it."

In the end, Zhiwei spoke first, tugging at her junior sister's sleeve full of grass scraps, softly saying,

"It's getting late, let's... go back."

"Oh..."

Qing Jun reluctantly crawled out of the grass.

The two little flower cats, with their faces smeared messily, walked one after the other on the way back.

Their hearts were very complex.

The plan succeeded.

But they didn't feel any joy at all, instead... they felt a sense of emptiness.

...

When they returned home, it was still mid-afternoon.

The courtyard gate opened, and they could faintly hear the man's voice.

"Master is back! Master came back so early today!"

Qing Jun's eyes instantly brightened! She threw away all her previous unhappiness, cheered, and was about to rush towards the bedroom.

Zhiwei was also a bit surprised, although their master had had more free time recently and often accompanied them.

But during the day, he should either be cultivating or tending to Spirit Plants.

Yet when they pushed open the courtyard gate, their facial expressions froze simultaneously.

Inside, the master who they missed day and night was indeed there.

But he was not alone.

Mao Qingzhu was sitting quietly on the edge of their bed, holding a small piece of clothing they'd never seen before, folded neatly, examining it carefully under the lamp.

And their master stood by her side, speaking to her softly.

The scene was warm, harmonious, just like a real family.

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