Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Early spring of the year 193 in the Gregorian calendar.

After once again rejecting a marriage proposal from a prince of the Mu family, Qinghe returned home indignantly, carrying a large bag of spirit salt as she ran into Mu An's kitchen.

While constantly looking outwards, Qinghe poured the entire bag of spirit salt into the lunch dish.

At this moment, at the not-too-large dining table, the two sat facing each other, one relaxed and at ease, the other secretly pleased with himself.

Mu An calmly ate the "extra ingredients" of the dish and even thoughtfully praised Qing He.

"This dish is quite good today, much more flavorful than usual. You should try it too; don't waste what you cooked yourself."

These words left Qinghe, who was engrossed in the "prank," completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at Mu'an.

Seeing Mu'an eating with relish, one bite after another, Qinghe began to suspect that she had bought fake salt.

She used a whole pound of spirit salt, so why is Mr. Mu eating it so deliciously? He even praised her cooking for being so good today?

Shouldn't I have angrily knocked her on the head?

That's strange, could it be that I really bought fake salt?

There are so many counterfeit products on the market now?

She had recently heard her brother complain that business was getting harder and harder, with counterfeit goods flooding the market and everyone driving down prices so hard that it was almost impossible for them to do legitimate business.

No, no, no!

She got her spiritual salt from Qingyun Trading Company, which cost her quite a bit of money.

Surely their business can't be selling counterfeit goods too, right?

What a joke! Her brother, Qinghan, is now the top boss of Qingyun Trading Company. How could counterfeit goods be sold to her?

Damn it! I'm going to have a good talk with my brother tonight!

How can you deceive consumers' feelings like this?

With mixed feelings, Qinghe picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of chicken leg, and tentatively took a bite.

next second.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

"What is this stuff?! It tastes awful! Cough cough cough!!!"

"No, no, I need water! Give me water!"

Across the table, Mu An calmly watched Qing He jump around, and finally gulped down two glasses of water.

While enjoying this "wonderful scene," he also picked up his chopsticks and ate a couple of bites of vegetables.

Mu An felt that he hadn't lied to Qing He; he genuinely thought the dishes tasted better than usual today.

His taste buds were different from ordinary people; even when drinking the strongest and most intoxicating liquor, he felt nothing.

But...

This dish might not be suitable for Qinghe, a mere cultivator at the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation stage.

After coughing more than a dozen times, Qinghe finally recovered and sat back down at the dining table, staring intently at Mu An with her slightly reddened eyes.

Mu An didn't mind, and instead pointed to the dishes on the table.

"This food is so delicious, why don't you eat more? After all, you cooked it yourself."

With just one simple sentence, Qinghe's anger was extinguished, and all her complaints were silenced.

She hesitated for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, I did it on purpose. Why did you have to gossip about those things to His Majesty? I clearly didn't want to be a princess, and those princes just kept bothering me all day long, it was so annoying. I got angry and did something bad..."

Qinghe's hesitant words made Mu An glance at her a few more times, and she smiled and asked in return.

"Admitting mistakes but not correcting them?"

Seeing that Mu An had accurately extracted the meaning of her words, Qing He nodded vigorously, her head bobbing like a rattle drum, expressing her high approval of the statement.

As she nodded, she closed her eyes and placed her hands on her head, leaving only a small gap to insert a finger, as if she were prepared to be hit.

With mixed feelings, Qinghe muttered something under her breath as she prepared to be beaten.

"Please tap gently."

After a while, the familiar pain did not come from my head.

When Qinghe opened her eyes again, she saw Mu An sitting across the table, drinking strong liquor sip by sip.

"Sir, aren't you going to knock on my door today?"

Mu An didn't answer, but instead glanced at Qing He.

Today, Qinghe was wearing a light blue dress with gold and white patterns, and her fair cheeks were flushed with a faint blush from the previous stimulation.

Compared to Xiao He back then, Qing He, now at the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation Realm, is far more beautiful.

Given that Qinghe has been by his side for over twenty years, it's not hard to imagine what value Qinghe holds for the princes and grandsons of the Great Ling Empire.

Even if Qinghe were ugly, there would still be plenty of men willing to marry her.

Whoever marries Qinghe will gain Mu Yong's favor and become a strong contender for the next emperor of the Great Ling Empire.

Over the years, many of Mu Yong's descendants have indeed crossed half of the Nine Realms to come to this desolate Starfall Continent, just to win Qinghe's favor.

Unfortunately, Qinghe didn't agree to any of them.

The beautiful fantasies of her teenage years were left behind, replaced by new thoughts.

Seeing Qinghe's curiosity about not being knocked on, Mu An shook his head helplessly.

"Adding ingredients to the food is a trick that has been used to death by others. That kid was much more outrageous than you back then, so there's nothing to be angry about."

"well?"

"gentlemen……"

Qinghe wanted to ask more questions, but Mu'an didn't seem inclined to continue.

The gentleman in blue at the table stood up, walked a few steps to the window, and stared blankly out the window.

The spring breeze blows down from the courtyard wall, brushes against the slender willows in the yard, and brings the warmth and vitality of spring into the house.

Inside the room, one person was standing by the window, and the other was sitting at the table.

After a long while, a gentle voice drifted on the spring breeze to Qinghe's ears.

"If you don't like it, that's fine. What children say doesn't count."

"Sir...I..."

"With me, you will never be yourself, and you will never get what you truly want."

Qinghe suddenly stood up and looked uneasily at the figure by the window.

"If one day you find this meaningless, boring, or tiring, you are free to leave at any time. I don't ask for anything in return, nor do I need you to do anything for me."

Her heart clenched suddenly. At that moment, Qinghe felt like a small animal about to be abandoned, and she might lose everything at any time.

In extreme unease and fear, Qinghe cried out.

"Sir, Qinghe swears that I will always stay by your side, serving you tea and water, cooking for you every day. Qinghe doesn't ask for much attention from you, nor does she ask to enter your heart; she only asks that you reserve a place for her by her side..."

The sincere sentiments went unanswered; the person by the window didn't even turn their head, simply gazing silently out the window.

After a very long time, just when Qinghe was about to despair, the voice rang out again.

"what ever."