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Su Yingxue was waiting for him in the courtyard.

She was wearing a dark gray loungewear dress with a thin sweater over it, and her hair was loosely tied up. In the courtyard sat a stone table and benches, on which sat a pot of tea, which had already gone cold.

"You're back?" She looked up at him.

"Um."

Ye Heng walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Yingxue, I have something to tell you."

"explain."

Ye Heng recounted the whole story from the beginning.

Fang Boheng's list includes: Cradle, Ye Chongshan, Xuanming, Ling Hanyue, Su Wan, and Han Xiaoman.

He spoke slowly, trying not to omit anything or embellish anything. Su Yingxue didn't interrupt him, only pausing briefly on her teacup when he mentioned Su Wan.

"...So, Su Yingrou's mother is still alive," he concluded, "in the first cradle."

The courtyard remained quiet for a long time.

Su Yingxue lowered her head, looking at the cooled tea film in the teacup.

"You knew all along?" she asked.

"Not much earlier than you," Ye Heng said. "Ling Hanyue told me that in the snowy mountains."

Why didn't you tell me first?

"Because I just found out too."

Su Yingxue raised her head.

"Ye Heng, do you know what I hate most about you?"

"Which point?"

"You always think that taking all the blame upon yourself is doing others a favor." Su Yingxue's voice wasn't loud, but each word pierced his heart. "You kept it from me, saying you were afraid I'd worry. You kept it from Xiaorou, saying you were afraid she'd act impulsively. But have you ever considered that we also have the right to know?"

Ye Heng remained silent.

"Su Wan is my aunt," Su Yingxue said. "She's my mother's sister. I met her when I was little; she used to braid my hair. Later, she 'died,' and my mother cried for a month. Now you're telling me she didn't die, that she was made into a key while still in her cradle—how am I supposed to believe that?"

Ye Heng looked at her.

He suddenly noticed that Su Yingxue's eyes were red.

This was the second time he had seen her eyes red. The first time was when Su Changhong was critically ill; she stood outside the ward, her back to everyone, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Su Yingxue glared at him, then turned and went back into the house.

He took two steps, then stopped without looking back.

"The wedding will proceed as planned," she said, "but after the wedding, you'll sleep in the study."

"it is good."

"And one more thing," Su Yingxue said in a lower voice, "I'll talk to Xiaorou about it."

Ye Heng was taken aback: "You're going?"

"She's my sister," Su Yingxue said. "There are some things you shouldn't say."

After she finished speaking, she went inside.

The next morning, Su Yingxue called Su Yingrou to the study.

Ye Heng did not go in.

He stood in the corridor, through the door, and heard Su Yingrou first remain silent, then cry, then curse, "You're all liars," and then the door was pulled open, and Su Yingrou rushed out, her eyes as red as a rabbit's.

She paused when she saw Ye Heng.

"Ye Heng".

"Um."

"My mother is still alive?"

"To live."

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

"Because I just found out myself," Ye Heng said. "Besides, I don't want you to rush in alone."

Su Yingrou stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her hand and punched him in the chest.

It wasn't heavy, but it was choked with sobs.

"What gives you the right to make decisions for me?" she said. "That's my mother."

"I know," Ye Heng said. "That's why I'm bringing you along this time."

Su Yingrou's tears fell again.

She turned her face away, wiped it haphazardly with the back of her hand, and said in a muffled voice, "You mean what you say?"

"You keep your word."

"You're a dog if you lie to me."

"it is good."

Su Yingrou sniffed and turned to walk downstairs.

Ye Heng stood in the corridor, listening to her footsteps disappear downstairs, and the weight that had been hanging over his heart eased a little.

In the afternoon, Su Yingxue took out the ninth array plate.

Su Yingrou found the array plate in the storeroom. It was hidden in a secret compartment in Su Changhong's study, next to the photograph. Su Yingrou said that when she opened the compartment, the array plate was glowing, as if it knew she was coming.

"It recognizes you." Ye Heng looked at the faint light on the array plate.

"Recognize me?" Su Yingrou flipped the array plate over. "I don't know any array formations."

"No need," Ye Heng said. "You are Su Wan's daughter. Su Wan is a researcher of the key; her blood can open the cradle, and so can yours."

Su Yingrou's expression changed slightly.

"So, I'm a key too?"

"You are part of the key," Ye Heng said, "but not the whole thing. The complete key requires you, Su Yingxue, Han Xiaoman, and Xiao Ruoshui."

Who is Xiao Ruoshui?

"The Xiao family of Northern Yan," Ye Heng said, "the origin of extreme cold."

Su Yingrou remained silent for a while.

"Ye Heng," she suddenly spoke, "Is my mom... in a lot of pain?"

Ye Heng looked at her.

"I don't know," he said, "but I'll ask her for you when I see her."

Su Yingrou lowered her head and hugged the array plate to her chest.

"Then hurry up," she said. "I've been waiting for over a decade."

In the evening, Qin Wuyuan's "congratulatory gift" was delivered to the Su family.

It was a small sandalwood box, very elegantly packaged. Inside, there was no gold or silver jewelry, only a black ring and an invitation.

The invitation contained only four characters.

"Please reserve a seat in the front row."

Ye Heng picked up the black ring and probed it with his divine sense.

The ring contained a very faint wisp of dark purple true energy, exactly the same as the one on Zhou Zixuan's hand.

"Qin Wuyai," he said.

"Didn't you cripple one of his hands at Kunlun Ruins?" Su Yingxue walked over.

"Losing a hand doesn't mean he's a cripple." Ye Heng put the ring back in the box. "Someone behind him got him a new one."

"Who?"

"Cradle," Ye Heng said. "Or, Xuanming."

Su Yingxue frowned as she looked at the ring.

"What does it mean that he sent this?"

"A provocation," Ye Heng said. "It's also an invitation. He wants me to know that he'll be there on the wedding day."

"Shall we go or not?"

"Go." Ye Heng closed the box. "Why not? He sent the invitation, so we'll sit in the front row."

He looked up and gazed out the window.

As night fell in Nanjing, the lights of countless homes shone like a quiet sea of ​​stars.

"The wedding is in three days," he said. "After three days, it's uncertain who will sit in the front row and who will sit in the back."