Zhao Ruocheng slept until the afternoon before waking up. He shifted uncomfortably, intending to continue sleeping. But he had a feeling that something was amiss, as if he had overlooked something important.

Last night, did you smell a faint sweetness?

He sprang to his feet, threw on his clothes, and rushed out in a hurry.

Passing by the courtyard, I saw Jiang Wang practicing swordsmanship. Even amidst his busy schedule, he casually remarked, "Third brother, your bedding needs to be changed, it's rather uncomfortable."

Before Jiang Wang could answer, he had vanished.

"Ouch!"

Jiang Wang exclaimed, unable to contain himself, "My new bedding set, which I just bought a few days ago!"

He sheathed his sword and went to the bedroom. He tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, but found nothing. Finally, he lifted the entire bedding, and saw a tiny piece of wood under the mattress.

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"Even separated by two mattresses, he was still poked by this piece of wood?"

"Perhaps this is what a wealthy household is like..."

The cloud cranes of the Lingxiao Pavilion don't fly around in the air like pigeons. In fact, they are always within the clouds, blending with the sea of clouds. Taoist power encases information within white clouds, traveling between them until it reaches its target. Only then does a clump of cloud be temporarily "pulled out" and transformed into a crane that flies down.

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Prior to this, even if one managed to capture this force, it would be difficult to decipher the information within it. One would only receive a scattering of energy.

Therefore, YunHe transmission of messages is a very secure method.

Ye Qingyu usually sent letters in the evening, shortly after sunset but before it was completely dark. This letter arrived a little late, and I wonder what had delayed it.

A cloud crane flew in from the window. Jiang Wang reached out to catch it, but the crane circled and landed in front of Jiang An'an instead.

"The letter is for me!" Jiang An'an giggled, putting down the calligraphy scroll she was practicing on. She grabbed the cloud crane transformed into a letter and a piece of shadow stone in her small hands.

"Yes, it's for you." Jiang Wang smiled indulgently and leaned in to look at it together.

Jiang An'an suddenly grabbed the letter, turned her head and ran outside: "I won't let you see it!"

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“…”

Jiang An'an's cat stayed in the bedroom for a while before returning to the study.

"Where is Yunhe?"

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"I wrote back and flew home!"

Jiang Wang, who was reading the Dao De Jing, turned her head and said, "Brother hasn't written it yet."

Jiang An'an glared at him triumphantly: "This letter is written to me, it has nothing to do with you!"

Back then, she merely added a greeting on the letter. But in such a short time, she's usurped Jiang Wang's position as pen pal.

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Then Jiang An'an took out a cute little crane and boasted: "Qingyu sister also gave me a little crane. Now I can write her letters whenever I miss her!"

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The cloud crane that delivers messages is not a simple cloud beast. It can find the recipient and ensure the safety of the letter it carries. It's truly a remarkable artifact.

Haven't you seen that pompous Du Yexi, the big shot? He boasts and brags all day long, but he can only send a simpleton running back and forth to relay his words. As for something as extraordinary as the Yunhe crane, he's never even laid eyes on it, let alone possessed one.

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"Fine," Jiang Wang said with a sour tone. "If there are any unfamiliar characters in your letter, or if you can't write any when you reply, don't come looking for me."

"Humph." Jiang An'an proudly pointed at the calligraphy scrolls on her desk. "I recognize all the characters on these scrolls!"

“Amazing, amazing.” Jiang Wang responded listlessly with two phrases before continuing to read his Daoist scriptures.

“I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow. Twenty sheets!” he silently exclaimed in his heart.

An An also picked up a small brush pen and diligently practiced calligraphy from the model characters.

Jiang Wang flipped a page and suddenly remembered Du Yehu's message from the day. He casually asked, "An An, do you ever think of someone? Someone about the same age as your brother, who left for a while now?"

"Who is it?"

"Well, nobody."

Annann must miss you a lot? Um? Du Huzi?

Three-Part Fragrance Tower

In Miaoyu's room, Fang Zehou, the head of the Fang family, was seated on a chair, savoring fragrant tea.

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"What do you think, Sir Fang?" Miaoyu softly inquired.

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Fang Zehou sniffed and put down his teacup.

"Not bad," he seemed to be evaluating the tea.

"You may make any conditions you like." Miaoyu did not seem angry, and still smiled beautifully.

“Under no circumstances.” Fang Zehou stood up and brushed his long robe, “It’s not something I can touch, I won’t touch it.”

He was rumored to be obsessed with beauty and captivated by Miaoyu's charms. Who would have thought that in Miaoyu's fragrant boudoir, he behaved so genuinely?

"Didn't you, Fang Yuanwai, forget how this trade route to Yun Guo came about?"

Fang Zehou stopped his steps and chuckled lightly: "For the Yunuo Commercial Road matter, I am very grateful for the help of the Sanshen Qi Lou. But in business matters, what should be paid must be paid in full. We settle our accounts fairly, and we owe each other nothing. The prestigious Sanshen Qi Lou shouldn't try to pressure me over this, right?"

"Of course not. If Master Fang insists on refusing, we won't force him."

"Thank you, Miss Miaoyu, for your understanding." Fang Zehou said, sighing again: "It's really not that I don't want to help you, but now the situation in Yun Country is so tense that no one dares to take people out of the country. No matter who that person is, the risk is too great."

Miaoyu gave a charming smile: "Mr. Fang, there's no need to say more, Miaoyu understands."

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"Miss Miaoyu is deeply righteous and has an extraordinary bearing. I, Fang, will take my leave first and visit again another time."

Fang Zehou bowed and then left.

Looking at the closed door, Miaoyu smiled.

"If it was really San Fen Xiang Qi Lou who made the deal with you, then of course you would have exchanged money for goods and each party would be square."

"What can I do for you, Bai Gu Dao? How did you manage to get so clean?"

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In a secret room in the Moon Viewing Pavilion.

Fang He Ling stood with his hands behind his back and asked, "Are all the people arranged?"

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The steward standing below him lowered his head and replied, "The arrangements have been made. However, Young Master, now..."

Fāng Hè líng waved his hand to interrupt him: "Just do what I told you. I'm in charge of this!"

The steward had worked at the Fang family for over ten years and naturally knew how much Fang He-ling weighed in Fang Ze-hou's heart.

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But it’s a serious matter, I can’t help but look troubled: “It wasn't easy for us to establish this trade route. Who knows what this stranger has done? If the Yun Kingdom finds out, our business will be over.”

With Fang Peng's death, the future of the Fang family was already looking bleaker than the other two. Coupled with the Heart Eater Demon breaking through the ancestral shrine formation before and killing their pillar of strength, a crucial figure in the clan, the Fang family's standing has been shaken to its core. It can even be said that over half of their current strength is reliant on their exclusive trade route to the Cloud Nation.

Therefore, the Fang family could not actually afford to take the risk.

But the current head of the Fang family is Fang Zehou, and the title of patriarch is only a formality until that ailing old patriarch passes away. Fang Huelin, as Fang Zehou's eldest son and the next in line for leadership, is training within the Inner Sect of Chengdao Academy. When he speaks or issues orders, this steward simply cannot refuse.

Because he was pressed for time, he didn't even have a chance to report to Fang Zehou.

“For you, it's unclear where it came from, but for this young master, it's clear. Rest assured, I'll take responsibility for any problems.”

Fāng Hè Líng dismissed the manager with a few words and then left the secret chamber.

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We soon walked into a private room, where the sound of clinking glasses could be heard.

He is hosting a banquet for his fellow students here today, knowing nothing about it.

If something really happens, don't blame it on him.

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