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Those clothes were indeed a little old, but as long as they could be worn, it would be fine. "It's alright, haha. I can still wash and wear them." Ye Zichen looked at the white coat once again, then reached out to pick it up. After staring for a long while …

Was it because he was reluctant? Or give up? Two emotions intertwined and formed...

"Throw this white coat away." She coldly put down the outer garment that had given her warmth and quickly left the bathroom.

Little Xuan looked at the brand-new white clothes with a puzzled expression …

"Young Mistress, your room is ready." Her former colleague was now speaking to her in a tone similar to the one below. Was it because of her improvement? Or down?

As the saying goes, one cannot withstand the cold at high places!

With regards to the words he had just blurted out, even though there was endless regret, it was already too late. He could only let nature take its course …

"Thank you." Han Yi'er remained the same. She maintained her usual amiable attitude as she said, "However, I'm going back to my room to rest." The maid was confused. Go back to Young Mistress' room? Where is that?

Before the maid could react, Han Yi'er had already left the villa …

The moment she opened the door, the cold hit her again.

The inside of the villa was still warm, but he had already adapted to the cold a long time ago. The real cold was not on the outside, but on the inside …

But where was her room?

After leaving the villa, she headed straight for …

Underground storage!

He remembered who had ordered him to stay in this cold, musty basement.

Although he had spent the night in the villa, Yun AoTian was not there. Furthermore, because of Aunt Zhang's insistence on staying, but no matter what, he would not stay in that villa today.

It wasn't that she was stubborn, it wasn't that she wasn't sensible, or that she lived in a good place. Why wouldn't she go? Why did he have to stubbornly sleep in that cold and damp basement?

However, sleeping in the basement was an order from the "Sovereign King". If she were to listen to Aunt Zhang's orders, not only would she harm Aunt Zhang, but she would also end up with a shameless outcome.

Then, he could only wait for the person who chased her to the "Cold Palace" to invite her back.

It was easy to send her there, but would it be easy to ask her to come back?

I've never heard of such a thing.

"Young Master, Young Mistress has gone to live in the basement." The maid in the study reported back to Yun AoTian with a panicked expression.

Yun AoTian, who was sitting at his desk, heard that, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Closing the folder in his hands, he said: "Didn't you prepare a room for her?"

"No, Young Master. According to your instructions, I've already arranged a room for Young Mistress, but she insisted on going to the basement."

The maid's reply caused Yun AoTian's face to fall. Was she not afraid of dying in the cold basement? Was he pretending to be pitiful? Or was he just playing with his character? What in the world was he up to?

Wasn't he still satisfied even though he had prepared a high bed and a soft pillow for her?

How could she be satisfied? Thinking up to this point, Yun AoTian's heart was filled with both anger and worry.

Annoyed at Han Yi'er's stubbornness and worried about her body, he hesitated for a moment before making a decision, "Let her be."

"Oh." The maid nodded respectfully after receiving Yun AoTian's order and prepared to leave.

He had only been there once before, and it was cold and dark and damp, and he would not have entered it, let alone lived there.

Doesn't she find it hard to live there?

"Wait a moment …" Yun AoTian called out to the maid who was about to leave: "Go call Aunt Zhang."

"Yes, young master."

What did this one portend?

Didn't he say to leave it to her? What was Aunt Zhang thinking?

Moments later, Aunt Zhang entered the study room. Yun AoTian's tone was tactful, "Aunt Zhang, the weather is so cold. Please call Miss Han to stay in the villa." When these words came out, he felt that it wasn't quite right. He had protected his face, but would Han Yi'er obediently return like this? Tightening his throat, his cold expression turned extremely awkward. "Perhaps Miss Han won't return so easily, I hope you can …"

"Yes, yes, I understand." Aunt Zhang had a smile on her face, which made Yun AoTian a little uncomfortable.

Finished speaking, Aunt Zhang left Yun AoTian's study and headed towards the dark basement …

Along the way, she kept recalling the difficult expression that her young master had just shown.

When her young master was ten years old, she came to the Yun Family. When she was young, her young master was much more mature than his peers. He was cold and reserved, and treated girls very coolly.

Now that he was a little older, he started to get along with Li Yi'er. Although he doted on Li Yi'er, he did not change his ice-cold personality.

But just now, she felt a little embarrassed when her young master asked her to come back …

Heh, this is really interesting. Has the mature young master regressed? Or was she becoming more human? After thinking it through, Aunt Zhang smiled helplessly.

Opening the door of the basement, Han Yi'er was already sleeping peacefully on the bed when she suddenly heard footsteps. She raised her hand and turned on the light. "Aunt Zhang, why have you come?"

"Yi'er, hurry, let's go back to the villa with Aunt Zhang. This isn't a place for a person to stay." Aunt Zhang said with a worried expression. She did not come to the basement often, so she was aware of how cold it was.

"Hehe, no need for Aunt Zhang. I'm already used to it."

"Habit?"

"Well, my old place was no better than this."

Han Yi'er's words piqued Aunt Zhang's curiosity. She sat down on the bed and asked in surprise, "Child, is it possible that the life over at Fuan's side is that bad? Didn't the brigade give you your field? "

Yes, the rural areas of Fuan were rich, and their families relied on farmland to support their families. Although it was not a good life, it could still be considered an ordinary family.

The large team also gave her a small plot of land, but at that time, Han Yi'er was still young, and her mother was depressed. That field had been left unattended for a long time, and was no longer usable, so the living conditions of her family were very poor: "Yes, we did, but no one cultivates."

"Don't you take care of your family?"

Family? Han Yi'er felt that Aunt Zhang's question was strange, but she did not know how to describe it. "No, Mother was depressed a long time ago. She also had an uncle, but he wasn't from the same village with us."

"Sigh …" Aunt Zhang let out a long sigh. Her eyes were shining with an indescribable glow.

"By the way, Aunt Zhang, why do you know so much about Lucky?"

"Hur hur." Forcing a smile, he slowly stood up. "I have a friend who is that person's friend. I often hear him talk about it."

No wonder Aunt Zhang knew about Fu An's condition and also cooked his dishes.

"Child, come back with me."

Aunt Zhang's words broke Han Yi'er's train of thought. She still firmly shook her head and said, "No, I know that you are doing this for my own good. But Young Master will definitely blame you if one day you become unhappy."

"Actually …" Aunt Zhang was about to say something, but she immediately retracted her words. She smiled amiably. "Alright then. I'll bring you some quilts later."