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After exiting the city, he calmly said, "Miss Yun, I think that if you don't want to cause trouble, it's best that you don't go back where you're staying."

Of course I knew, and the tyrant had been there to see me.

I don't know why I was so capable of provoking a deity that couldn't be reached out his hand.

I was a little depressed. Actually, it wasn't that I provoked her, but he was just toying with me.

It was better not to think too much. After all, thinking too much, one could tell how boring and shameful the Emperor was. The Great Qin Dynasty was a prosperous and powerful country, and the Emperor was a young and capable king.

He chuckled softly. "If Miss Yun doesn't mind, I'll bring you to a place to stay for a few days."

"Will you always help me?" I tilted my head and looked at him seriously.

He shrugged and lowered his head. "Not necessarily. I just thought it was enough."

"Oh." I replied lightly, "I don't like the palace, and I don't like some people even more."

I believe he will understand whose people I mean.

The horse carriage turned and headed towards a certain direction.

The quiet bamboo forest, the road also infected by the dark green quiet and cool, jumped off the carriage, in the depths of the bamboo forest, there were a few houses made of bamboo, it was very elegant.

"Miss Yun, I believe you will take good care of yourself. I have to go back, I can't stay any longer." He had the horse turned back.

Just leave me here?

It was a strange place, like a peaceful paradise, isolated from the rest of the world.

I frowned. Beautiful as it was, why would I listen to their arrangements to stay here? I didn't like the feeling of being controlled.

Where's Lu Yao? I like him, and then let me work for him, to attract the Third Marquis' attention. I agree, and I will bear the consequences myself, but they treat me like a piece of cake.

As he was thinking, he stuck his head out of the carriage and smiled at me. "Miss Yun, I'll have to trouble you to take care of this house for me."

I looked at his smile and saw that it was so dark. It was so bright and dazzling that even my conflicted heart started to feel light. I could not help but reply, "Alright."

"Zhiqiu, I'll call you Zhiqiu. There's a zither in the room, you can play it here to clear your mind."

Suddenly, all the haze was swept away, and I smiled back at him.

As the carriage moved further and further away, I looked up at the clear, green sky. It was so green that I could squeeze water out of it.

The bamboo would make one feel gloomy, but how could a dignified Third Marquis have a place to stay?

In my mind, these people are always living in a place full of cars and horses.

His fingers caressed the bamboo as he leaned his ear against it, listening to the melodious sound of the wind blowing by. How could he be happy? Playing the zither here was a type of enjoyment.

As my fingers slid down the smooth bamboo, they touched the uneven ground. I was curious to know, it was actually a scrape.

The next tree also had some, and it was about the same height as the previous one.

To my surprise, I found that the bamboo on the second side of the road had scrape places on it, as if it was trying to wipe out something unspeakable.

A thick, withered yellow leaf was blown away by the wind, falling again and again. However, the quiet and secluded room was like a sigh.

Pushing the door open, the quiet house didn't seem to last long. However, it was very bright and clean. There was not even a speck of dust on the table. Presumably, there were still people who came often to clean it.

There were many books and instruments, and a faint scent, wafting from every corner, made me feel as if this had once been a place for women.

I sat quietly in the doorway, watching the dark green, slowly blackening everything in front of me.

The wind began to blow and the rain began to fall.

Who would listen to the rain, who would listen to the poetry, who would shut out the world, and be exceptionally quiet.

The sound of bamboo creaks and the ghostly cry of birds scared me so much that I didn't even dare to close my eyes. I tightly shut the door, but fear still drifted in from every corner.

I admit, I'm afraid of strange places, and I don't like this kind of thing — reaching out and finding dark places everywhere.

"Duk Duk Duk." The sound of knocking on the door was a little urgent. I didn't dare to breathe too loudly as I looked outside into the darkness. Through the gap in the door, the faint yellow light slowly seeped in.

"Yun Zhiqiu, it's me. Open the door." An anxious voice pierced his ears.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xia Junchang with a slightly sunken face, holding a yellow lantern, dripping wet all over his body.

"It's me. I forgot that I ran out of lamp oil." The moment he opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol in his mouth rushed out.

I sniffled. I felt wronged, but that fear in my heart was finally relieved.