Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

After Xia Ximo entered the room, Yan Zhengchu immediately gave Ren Fengjue a wink.

Therefore, Zhong Dingyan and A Xia were directly sent away.

"Miss Xia, I just observed that the reason why Young Master Yu cannot be woken up is most likely because his soul was taken away in his sleep, causing him to lose contact with the outside world."

"Under these circumstances, the only way to free him from the control of the vengeful spirit is to enter Young Master Yu's dream in spirit form and awaken his consciousness."

Yan Zhengchu had certainly considered going in himself, but his soul-guiding technique was not very good.

Once inside, if you are unlucky enough to fall into the clutches of a vengeful spirit, you may find yourself in grave danger.

At that time, both he and Yu Lang will be trapped in the dream.

But Xia Ximo is different.

Her soul power is extraordinary; in her soul form, she is even stronger.

Only she could be absolutely certain of bringing Yu Lang out of the dream.

"Know."

Xia Ximo remained silent, gently closed his eyes, and in a short while, his soul directly entered Yu Lang's consciousness.

Ren Fengjue, who couldn't see the soul, couldn't help but ask about the current situation.

"Miss Xia, she..."

"Young Master, there's no need to worry."

Yan Zhengchu was clearly confident and praised, "Miss Xia's abilities far exceed our expectations."

"..."

Ren Fengjue felt something was off about these words.

Back when they were in Beijing, the two of them often teased each other.

At this moment, Master Yan clearly felt a sense of reverence for Miss Xia.

He couldn't help but ask, "When did Master Yan discover Miss Xia's true identity?"

This question made Yan Zhengchu somewhat embarrassed.

"Last time, in the cave in Tu Village, I was captured by Tianwen and trapped in the formation. If it weren't for Miss Xia entering the formation to save me, I'm afraid..."

After thinking it over carefully, Ren Fengjue understood.

"So it was around that time..."

Yan Zhengchu added, "Actually, I should have noticed much earlier that there were too many strange things about her."

Ren Fengjue immediately replied, "Even if her soul is abnormal, she has never harmed anyone. On the contrary, she has saved many people and even helped some wronged souls."

Master Yan naturally understood the protective tone in his words and couldn't help but smile.

"I understand what you mean, young lord. In fact, I share the same thoughts as you."

"Whether the Xia girl at this moment is the real 'Xia Ximo' or not, I will believe in her."

Upon hearing this, Ren Fengjue smiled as well, and felt the slight gloom that had been lingering in his heart dissipate.

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"May I ask, young lady, what exactly is this place?"

Behind the bamboo curtain, the beautiful woman was still playing the zither alone, seemingly unaware of Yu Lang, this "outsider".

Until he suddenly spoke up.

The woman sitting in front of the zither slowly lifted her eyelids and glanced at him.

"Please come in, young master."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bamboo curtain moved aside on its own.

Yu Lang felt his steps fluttering, and he found himself unconsciously walking to the woman's side.

"My surname is Wen, and my given name is Yu."

Wen Yu stood up again and bowed gracefully to him.

Her beautiful and refined appearance, coupled with her gentle and soft voice, stirred Yu Shaoqing's heart.

He quickly reached out and helped her up, saying, "You're too kind, young lady. My surname is Yu, and my given name is Lang."

"Master Yu."

Wen Yu called out softly, and then looked at him with tender, affectionate eyes.

Yu Lang felt his cheeks flush and his heart flutter.

Even so, they still maintained some rationality.

"May I ask, Miss Wen, what exactly is this place?"

Wen Yu smiled and countered, "Isn't this place more familiar to Young Master Yu?"

Yu Lang was taken aback again and couldn't help but look around. It did look... somewhat familiar.

But I just can't remember where it was.

Wen Yu continued, "Young Master Yu, haven't you remembered yet?"

Yu Lang smiled and shook his head: "I really can't remember. Although I have a vague feeling that I've been here before, I just can't remember..."

"Since I can't remember, then I won't think about it anymore."

With a smile on her face, Wen Yu suddenly reached out and gently pulled his sleeve aside.

"Please, Young Master Yu, have a seat here."

In his daze, Yu Lang heard the beaded curtain swaying and felt as if he had entered a woman's boudoir.

Then, Wen Yu had him sit at a table with fine wine and delicacies laid out in front of him.

She poured him a glass of wine and gently brought it to his lips.

Yu Lang took a light sniff and discovered... it seemed to be the fine wine from Ling Family Manor.

"How could this be here..."

Before he could finish speaking, the wine glass was already brought to him, and he had no choice but to drink it down. The wine tasted even more delicious and mellow.

Wen Yu poured herself another cup: "Young Master Yu, this humble woman toasts you."

Before Yu Lang could react, he unknowingly drank another cup.

He said, "This wine is too intoxicating, I'm feeling really dizzy..."

Wen Yu placed one hand on his shoulder, and with the other, she boldly wrapped her arms around his waist, whispering in his ear, "Then I'll help Young Master Yu to bed to rest..."

The almost seductive voice nearly made Yu Lang nod in agreement.

But then I thought—wait, this is the girl's room.

"I should go back to my room!"

Yu Lang hurriedly tried to distance himself from Wen Yu, but to his surprise, the seemingly smooth and delicate hand wrapped around his waist and he couldn't push it away.

Wen Yu looked listless and gave him a slightly aggrieved look: "Young Master Yu, do you... not like me?"

"..."

When asked, Yu Lang quickly clarified, "That's not what I meant. I just feel that... this isn't a good idea."

Wen Yu's expression faltered slightly, then she asked him, "What's wrong?"

She moved her face closer, her bright, watery eyes gazing at him. "Young Master Yu, do you think I'm not pretty enough?"

Yu Lang quickly shook his head in denial: "How could that be? Miss Wen is clearly as beautiful as an angel."

Wen Yu smiled again, but turned her face slightly to the side, her eyes suddenly turning cold.

"Really? If I didn't look like this, would Young Master Yu even give me a second glance?"

"Of course."

Yu Lang immediately praised, "Her looks are secondary. Miss Wen has a good personality, she's knowledgeable in music, and moreover..."

He pointed to the desk and chessboard beside him and said, "Moreover, it seems that Miss Wen is also skilled in calligraphy, painting and chess. Either one of them would make people look at her with more respect."

Wen Yu was slightly taken aback by his words.

When she looked at him again, a smile appeared on her face: "Since Young Master Yu appreciates me so much, then please stay."

"I can be your wife...no, I don't need any title."

"As long as you stay, I will always respect you, love you, serve you, and you will always be the only one in my heart and in my eyes."

Faced with these words, Yu Lang hurriedly shook his head: "Miss, this won't do!"