A cool breeze passed by, and the autumn night was still a bit chilly.

Shen Han opened his room door and brought over three chairs.

He had Madam Yun and Cailing sit at the doorway to admire the moon; otherwise, they'd catch a cold, which would be troublesome.

"Han, your carpentry skills have improved quite a bit recently, you've fixed all the chairs~"

Madam Yun had a smile on her face. The furniture in Shen Han's room used to have all sorts of issues.

Which was understandable since those pieces were picked up from what others discarded.

Picked up pieces naturally couldn't be expected to be of good quality.

"This 'Hengyang Ironing Training Manual' taught me a lot, so if anything breaks in the Third Madam's courtyard, just come to me~"

Though he said this, the furniture Shen Han repaired merely benefited from extracting negative attributes.

Madam Yun took a closer look at the room. Now it was no longer so damp.

It finally looked like a place suitable for living.

In the moonlight, Cailing seemed to be in a good mood, softly singing.

It seemed like a melody she learned in childhood, a very joyful tune.

"Han, talk to the Third Madam, do you have any resentment towards the Shen Family?"

With a piece of mooncake in her hand, Madam Yun looked at Shen Han with a tilted head.

Shen Han hesitated for a long time, contemplating the actions of the Shen Family's upper echelons over the years; it seemed difficult not to harbor resentment.

"I'm no saint descended from heaven, to remain free of grievance in my heart is, indeed, impossible..."

In front of Madam Yun, Shen Han didn't plan to hide anything.

"The Shen Family is, after all, a Family of Generals and Marquis. Old Duke has fought on the battlefield for forty or fifty years.

In the Great Wei court, anyone who sees Old Duke of the Shen Family must respectfully call him Marquis Shen..."

Madam Yun hesitated a bit upon saying this.

With her gaze on Shen Han.

Shen Han understood what Madam Yun meant.

Harboring resentment against the Shen Family was not really a problem.

But the Shen Family had deep roots and significant influence in the court.

It's better not to think about challenging the Shen Family; the resentment can only be buried inside.

Facing Madam Yun's reminder, Shen Han nodded.

"Don't worry, Third Madam, I know my own limitations and won't give them any leverage against me."

Seeing Shen Han's understanding, Madam Yun felt somewhat relieved.

"You must always remember, child, safety is the most important thing, don't let a bit of resentment jeopardize yourself."

The three of them moon-gazed until midnight.

Cailing was so sleepy she couldn't stop yawning, so Madam Yun took her back to rest.

Returning to his bed, Shen Han wasted no time, diving into the visualization of 'Celestial Dao Sword Momentum'.

On the fifteenth, Old Duke of the Shen Family would return.

Who knows how the true head of the Shen Family would respond to his marriage with Su Jinyu.

Thinking about it was futile, Shen Han shook his head to dispel these thoughts.

For now, his focus should remain on improving his cultivation.

With his consciousness entering the sea of awareness, he wielded a long sword, once again facing the Celestial Dao Sword Momentum.

From failing with a single move initially, Shen Han could now manage several moves under the Celestial Dao Sword Momentum's abnormal phenomenon.

With the Sunset Swordsmanship and the Misty Sword Intent, the long sword swung out five hundred shadows, a wondrous sword technique that could surely gain an edge against other formidable opponents.

Yet when the sword shadow targeted the Flying Sword Soaring Heaven Momentum, it merely flickered with dazzling light, easily dissipating the sword shadows.

Seeing this, Shen Han shook his head helplessly.

It was already his strongest move, yet against the Celestial Dao Sword Momentum, it had no effect whatsoever.

Though he couldn't surpass the Celestial Dao Sword Momentum, Shen Han felt increasingly excited.

After all, the Celestial Dao Sword Momentum was his cultivation technique, the stronger it was, the greater his own improvement.

He then stopped the battle with the Celestial Dao Sword Momentum and began to visualize it seriously.

At 7:00 AM, the rooster crowed thrice.

Shen Han immediately got off his bed.

With a spark of inspiration from the visualization, he was eager to practice.

Gripping the soft sword tightly, with focused mind, several sword shadows suddenly appeared.

Ten Thousand Swords Trapping Dragon Momentum!

The sword edge descended, the shadows akin to thunder, forming a sword array.

Success.

Though merely a few shadows, far from the Ten Thousand Swords Trapping Dragon Momentum, he had at least grasped the usage of this sword momentum.

Shen Han wanted to practice more, but his room was too small, limiting him to a rudimentary rehearsal.

Before long, a household servant came rushing over.

Informing Shen Han that he needed to help handle the household tasks for the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival preparations.

It was arranged by the Old Dowager, requiring all sons and daughters of the household to contribute.

After saying this, the servant prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he even gave Shen Han a respectful bow.

Shen Han smiled; ever since he beat up Shen Ao, the servants and maids in the mansion had shown him much more respect.

Perhaps they were bullied by Shen Ao and felt grateful for Shen Han avenging them, or maybe they were just afraid of him noticing their actions.

Without thinking too much, Shen Han packed up and prepared for work.

While the saying goes everyone must contribute during the Shen Family celebrations, it's usually mere words.

In Shen family significant events, indeed, all the young must contribute.

The Old Dowager would say this was to reflect on hardships and appreciate sweetness.

But based on past experiences, other young masters and misses would only pretend to work, idly staying at the sidelines.

Shen Han knew well he was different, if he dared laze, the Old Dowager would likely take the opportunity to reprimand him.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival was held at Wutong Villa.

With cleaning tools in hand, Shen Han headed towards Wutong Villa.

Just as he imagined, his siblings were idly playing and chatting.

In small groups, they gathered to talk and laugh.

Shen Han knew he couldn't indulge as they did; he couldn't neglect any of his duties.

Once finished, he headed towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Madam He looked rather displeased.

It was proving difficult to catch Shen Han making mistakes.

Nevertheless, the Old Duke would return tomorrow and, she thought, naturally address the issues.

At the Shen Mansion's kitchen, preparations for cold dishes and snacks were underway.

Seeing the room piled with ingredients, Shen Han recalled yesterday's Mid-Autumn with the three of them.

With Madam Yun and Cailing, he only had a stew of random vegetables.

A stark contrast to the Shen Family's Mid-Autumn celebration.

Reflecting, he thought if Madam Yun weren't so biased towards him, perhaps the Old Dowager wouldn't be harsh towards her.

It seemed likely he had affected Madam Yun.

Busy in the kitchen until 5:00 PM, Shen Han grabbed a few buns before heading back home.

Besides him, the younger generation of the Shen Family probably spent the day playing secretly.

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