But he remained on guard against Deng Ai's sudden aggression.
"Come closer, I won't bite you."
Deng Ai greeted Chen Yi from ten zhang away, raising his hand as though calling out to an old friend.
Chen Yi didn't dally, taking a few steps forward as Deng Ai patted the ground and gestured for him to sit.
Though his heart was filled with doubt, Chen Yi hesitated briefly but eventually sat down on the flat earth.
Deng Ai studied Chen Yi for a moment, then glanced toward Yin Weiyin not far away, pointing at her and asking, "Your wife?"
The female crown's face flushed slightly; she turned her head aside.
Chen Yi replied calmly, "My fiancée."
"She's quite the National Beauty, reminds me of Empress Zhen," Deng Ai remarked wistfully before shifting his gaze back to Chen Yi.
"You seem eager to ask something—whatever is on your mind, just ask."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yi stared at the Ghost Lord for a long moment before speaking:
