The real and the fake, Li Yunjing was unwilling to investigate, nor did he wish to know. It was enough that Zhu Wanyun could show such a longing demeanor in front of him.
After all, Zhu Wanyun was just a housekeeper, not his woman.
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Huang suddenly flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder, rubbing its head against his cheek. Its golden pupils were full of grievance, and it chirped complaintingly, as if accusing him of being away from home too long.
"Lord National Master, this is all my duty!"
Zhu Wanyun broke into a smile through tears and led him inside the courtyard.
Passing through the corridor covered with wisteria, Li Yunjing discovered there was a new Spirit Field filled with various rare herbs in the courtyard.
"This is Xiao Huang's credit."
Zhu Wanyun pointed to the little golden bird hopping in the Spirit Field, "It somehow found seeds, guarded them day and night, and actually grew three hundred-year-old heart-cleansing grasses."
