After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"Ugh."

He Anyao put down the celadon teacup in her hand, making a soft "clang" sound, delicate and lonely.

Her gaze passed over the half-open vermilion gate and landed on the two receding figures on the courtyard path.

Liu Qingwan held Xie Xingran's little hand, her steps light and gentle. She would occasionally bend down and say something to the child beside her. Xie Xingran's small figure skipped and jumped, her delicate face blooming with a bright smile, as beautiful as a blooming flower.

A trace of melancholy appeared on He Anyao's face, her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes held a mixture of confusion and heartache, as she suppressed a sigh.

"Why is it that... Jinghan just doesn't like Ranran?" she asked in a low voice.

"He is Ranran's biological father; they are blood relatives."

"Moreover, Ranran is so well-behaved and sensible, she never cries or throws tantrums, and she even greets the servants in the mansion sweetly. With such a temperament and such appearance, who wouldn't be happy to see her?"

When Xie Xingran was mentioned, the melancholy in He Anyao's eyes faded slightly, replaced by an undisguised affection and pride.

The grandson of the family was exceptionally handsome, with fair skin and a delicate, radiant complexion. His features possessed both the gentle grace of Liu Qingwan and the liveliness of a child. He was exquisitely sculpted, with a chubby, tiger-like face and bright, sparkling black grape-like eyes.

Even if she just stands there quietly, with her head down and a smile on her lips, she can easily win people's hearts and make them willingly cherish her.

Especially for someone her age, who has seen countless children in her life, none of them could have touched the softest part of her heart like Xie Xingran, whose cuteness melted her heart.

Whenever she had something new or interesting, or a delicious snack, the first person she would think of was always her grandson.

Moreover, Xie Xingran's talent is exceptional.

He Anyao had lived most of her life and was quite knowledgeable in the Cangxuan Continent, but she had never seen such a gifted child.

Xie Xingran possesses four unique talents, each extremely rare. Even taking just one of them would be enough to make him a prodigy. With all four gathered together, it would be no exaggeration to say that such a rare occurrence is once in ten thousand years, or even once in a thousand.

Such extraordinary talent, if unleashed outside, would surely cause a bloodbath and upheaval.

The major sects and families will fight tooth and nail to seize it, even if it means bloodshed, they will never give up easily.

Even the lofty and profound Fire Marrow Pill Sacred Ground, or the mysterious and inscrutable Thousand Machine Pavilion, skilled in mechanisms and strategies, would surely rise to even greater heights if entrusted to Ranran.

Why doesn't Xie Jinghan like such a good child?

Liu Xuan, standing beside He Anyao, looked at the worry in his wife's eyes and a hint of helplessness flashed across his own. He comforted her, "Who knows? People's hearts are complicated. Jing Han may have his own considerations."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently put his arm around He Anyao's shoulder.

"Yao'er, let's not interfere in this matter any further." His voice was extremely gentle.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. The rift between Jinghan and Ranran will ultimately be resolved by themselves. It doesn't matter if he doesn't like Ranran. We like him, we love him, and that's enough."

"Um."

He Anyao nodded gently, her voice soft: "You're right. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. As long as we protect Ranran and each other, that's enough."

Suddenly, as if remembering something, He Anyao looked up at Bai Zhi and quickly asked:

"By the way, where's Chenyu? It all happened so suddenly and there was such a commotion, was he scared?"

She was aware of He Chenyu's mental state.

Since He Chenyu arrived at the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land, his originally relatively normal mental state gradually became unstable. He was sometimes lucid and sometimes insane, and his words and actions became increasingly strange. In the end, he completely turned into a crazy person.

These days, she has exhausted all her energy, searching for all kinds of rare treasures and trying countless methods of treatment, but there has been no improvement whatsoever. Seeing her once spirited family members reduced to this state, her heart is filled with bitterness and helplessness.

The commotion at the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land was so great, with the sounds of clashing swords and exploding pills echoing throughout the entire holy land. She was so focused on dealing with the chaos and calming her disciples that she forgot about He Chenyu for a moment.

He was already mentally fragile, and if he heard such a loud noise, I wonder if he would be even more frightened and fall into madness again.

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi was taken aback. Clearly, she had completely forgotten about He Chenyu.

The incident happened so suddenly that she was busy helping He Anyao with various matters and didn't even think about this person.

She quickly lowered her head, her tone respectful yet tinged with apology: "This subordinate has been negligent. This subordinate will go and inquire with the disciples to see how Young Master He is doing."

"Fine, I'll go take a look too."

He Anyao slowly stood up. "I'll also go check on Chenyu's condition and see if he's improved at all."

She still held a faint hope that perhaps after these days of treatment, Chenyu would show some improvement, even if it was just a little more time when he was awake.

But this hope was ultimately too slim.

He Anyao sighed inwardly. If He Chenyu's condition did not improve, she would have no choice but to send him back to the He family.

This is not because she is heartless. Since He Chenyu's accident, she believes that she has done everything a daughter of the He family should do, using all the power of the Holy Land to find doctors and medicines and take good care of him, without ever slacking off in the slightest.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. He Chenyu's condition not only didn't improve, but worsened. He had more and more episodes of madness and fewer and fewer moments of lucidity.

She had done all she could; no matter how hard she tried, she could not defy fate.

Everyone has their own destiny, and life and death are determined by fate. Even though she is the lady of the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land, there will eventually come a time when she is powerless to change fate.

Moreover, He Chenyu is not a member of the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land after all, and now that he has become so crazy, it is inevitable that he will attract criticism from other disciples if he continues to stay in the Holy Land.

As the Holy Land's wife, she not only had to consider He Chenyu's safety, but also the Holy Land's reputation and honor.

A moment later, He Anyao, accompanied by Bai Zhi, quickly arrived at He Chenyu's residence.

It was a secluded little courtyard, rarely visited by anyone, with only two servants specifically responsible for taking care of He Chenyu's daily life.

He Anyao stood at the courtyard gate, her gaze sweeping across the small courtyard. Her tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority, as she asked the servants inside:

"What about He Chenyu? How is he doing today? Was he frightened by the commotion earlier?"

Upon hearing He Anyao's voice, the servant rushed out of the house, his face pale, his expression panicked, his eyes darting around, and he seemed hesitant and unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Upon seeing this, He Anyao felt a sense of foreboding. Her brows furrowed even more, and her tone turned colder: "Speak plainly, no need to beat around the bush!"

The servant was intimidated by He Anyao's imposing presence, his body trembling slightly. Finally, he mustered his courage and spoke softly, yet clearly, into the ears of He Anyao and Bai Zhi:

"Reporting to... Madam, Young Master He... he has already been kicked out by the young master."

"What?"

Upon hearing this answer, He Anyao froze, her calm expression instantly shattered, replaced by astonishment. She practically blurted it out.

"What did you say? Chenyu was kicked out by Ranran?"

"Yes!" the servant hurriedly explained, "The young master came by today and disliked Young Master He's condition, so he ordered someone to throw Young Master He out."