I made the villain right.

In the Yun Mansion, in an elegant and quiet house, behind an exquisite wooden carved screen, sat two stunning beauties.

Shi Jin and Yun Youying sat at an octagonal sandalwood table.

The table was filled with colorful silks, threads and various spices.

Yun Youying picked up a piece of light blue silk and said to Shi Jin with a smile, "Jin'er, let's choose a piece of fabric we like first."

Shi Jin glanced at the fabrics on the table and reached out to pick up a piece of apricot-colored silk: "Let's go with this color."

Yun Youying nodded, "Okay, then let's cut the cloth. Look, try to cut it as neatly as I can."

As he spoke, Yun Youying picked up the scissors and demonstrated it skillfully.

Shi Jin followed Yun Youying's example and carefully cut out a larger square.

Shi Jin's hands were quite deft and he finished it in no time.

"We fold the edges and sew them together. The stitches should be fine, dense and even, so that the sachet will be strong and beautiful."

Shi Jin nodded, then picked up the needle and thread, following Yun Youying's steps, sewing stitch by stitch, looking serious and focused.

Soon, the outline of the purse has appeared, and it only needs to be decorated and scented.

Yun Youying raised her eyes, her eyes like autumn waves: "Jin'er, have you decided what pattern to sew? Lovebirds or mandarin ducks?"

After thinking for a moment, Shi Jin said, "Ying'er, I'm just starting to learn. I don't think I can embroider those lovebirds and mandarin ducks well. Please teach me some simple ones."

Shi Jin thought: I can’t embroider these lovebirds and mandarin ducks, but I can embroider two butterflies, which can also symbolize love.

A Yu loves peach blossoms, so it should be nice if I embroider a few more on it.

"I want to embroider some peach blossoms and two butterflies on it, is that okay?"

Shi Jin stared at Yun Youying, his eyes full of anticipation.

Yun Youying smiled warmly and amiably: "Of course you can. Then I will teach you how to embroider peach blossoms first, and then how to embroider butterflies. How do you think?"

"It's all up to the master." Shi Jin responded playfully.

After Yun Youying finished speaking, she handed her a pink silk thread and then began to embroider on her purse.

"Jin'er, first embroider a small circle as the center of the flower, and then embroider the petals around the center."

Shi Jin watched from the side, being very careful and not daring to start rashly, for fear that she would make a mistake in embroidering and the sachet she had just made would be ruined and she would have to start over.

She quickly picked up another piece of cloth and said, "I'll practice on this first, and then I'll embroider it on the purse when I've learned it."

"That's okay."

Under Yun Youying's guidance, Shi Jin tried to embroider.

Yun Youying would occasionally stand by and give her pointers.

"Here the needle should go from bottom to top, and then go sideways to bottom."

At the same time, in the main hall of Fan Mansion, Shengqing Wang Hao and Fanhua sat opposite each other.

Fan Hua looked calm, but his right hand was clenched quietly, as if he had something on his mind.

He secretly guessed in his heart that the reason why King Shengqing came this time was not just to visit him, but for Lin Mu's matter.

He once said that he would give Bai Jin an explanation, and I'm afraid that today he is going to be asked for that explanation.

King Shengqing looked at Fanhua, feeling a little nervous. After thinking about his words, he said:

"This is the first time that my father has set foot in this Fan Mansion. The courtyard is deep and the layout is exquisite. Everywhere is elegant and quiet. It is indeed a good place."

The Holy King's voice was deep and mellow, and his words were full of praise.

Fan Hua didn't want to hear any unnecessary words, so he got straight to the point: "Father, what did you want to see me about?"

The Holy King said sincerely, "It has been a while since I met you. I have many things in my heart that I have never told you. I found a good opportunity today and came to your house."

"You say."

"As for Lin Mu, she was at fault first. I don't blame you, and I understand your position and principles. I have already explained this to Bai Jin, and let's put this matter behind us."

When Fan Hua heard this, his expression changed slightly. He was surprised by what he said, and a trace of astonishment and confusion flashed in his eyes.

Today's father is a little different from the past.

King Shengqing reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Nannan, you are the closest relative that I have lost and found again in this world. You are the most precious person in my heart. I am very fortunate to have met you. In the years to come, I will fulfill my father's responsibilities, stay by your side, and protect you for the rest of your life to make up for what I have owed you over the years."

As the Holy King spoke, his eyes became red and filled with tears.

"I have been separated from you for more than ten years, and I know very little about your preferences and temperament. I hope you can give me a chance to get to know you again? Slowly cultivate this blood-thicker-than-water kinship, okay?"

The voice of the Holy King trembled slightly, and as soon as he finished speaking, the tear that had filled his eye could no longer be suppressed and quietly slid down.

It dripped into the teacup on the table, creating a circle of tiny ripples.

The ripples were like the lake in Fan Hua's heart at the moment, which was already full of waves.

Fan Hua stared at the father in front of him, whose eyes looked a little weathered but full of true feelings.

His eyes unconsciously turned red and tears flashed in them.

He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, if father doesn't mind, you can stay in the mansion for a long time until the Shengqing Palace is rebuilt."

"Okay, okay!" King Shengqing looked moved and hugged Fan Hua directly.

Fan Hua's body stiffened at first, with a look of surprise.

Then he reacted and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth like the warm breeze of spring, which made people feel warm inside.

The atmosphere in the hall became warm and gentle because of this expression of true feelings.

The strangeness and alienation between the father and son seemed to disappear quietly at this moment.

After King Shengqing stayed in the mansion with Fanhua for a while, he was summoned into the palace by His Majesty.

In the imperial study, Xu Wusheng handed a note to King Shengqing and said solemnly, "This is the news sent back by Weidong. Nanling Town has been burned down. I'm afraid this clue is broken."

King Shengqing thought for a moment, then asked, "Where is Xu Wuchen? Have you found his whereabouts?"

Xu Wusheng shook his head. "No, but I have issued a wanted notice for him. I think there will be a result soon. But there is no need to worry. Now that he has lost Qin Yixian's protection, he can no longer pose a threat to me."

King Shengqing thought of the will left by the late emperor and said, "Your Majesty, the late emperor once left a letter to me, hoping to save Xu Wuchen's life."

"Since it is what my father wishes, I will spare his life."

At this moment, at the gate of Jinzhou City.

People of all kinds gathered here, all waiting patiently to enter the city.

There were peddlers carrying loads on their shoulders, travelers carrying luggage, and merchants driving horse-drawn carriages.

In the middle of the team, there were some disguised disciples of Wuji Sect.

They wore the coarse linen clothes of ordinary people, hiding their extraordinary aura

Xu Wuchen, wearing a conical hat and a human skin mask, blended in with the crowd.

The mask fits him perfectly, and if you don't look closely, you can't see any flaws.

Standing behind him were Qi Yang, You Lan, Ling Xiao and others.

Xu Wuchen stared towards the city gate with a sharp gaze, always vigilantly paying attention to the every move of the guards at the gate.

The guards at the door had serious expressions, each holding a portrait tightly in their hands.

His eyes moved back and forth between the portrait and the faces of passers-by, comparing them carefully, trying to identify the person in the portrait.

A moment later, when he was almost reaching Xu Wuchen, he glanced at the portrait on the guard.

He was shocked to find that it was the portrait of his human skin mask.

In order not to alert the enemy and expose his whereabouts, he made a prompt decision, turned around quietly and prepared to leave.

When passing by Qi Yang, he lowered his voice and hurriedly whispered in his ear: "You go into the city first. My face has been exposed. Everything should proceed according to the original plan."

Qi Yang's expression froze, and he replied in a low voice: "Okay."

On that day, Ren Xu Wuchen ate and lived with the Wuji sect disciples, winning their hearts, and all of them knew him.

In addition, he was born into a royal family and had a noble status. Not only did he have the order of the sect leader, but he also had the support and guarantee of the left protector Qi Yang. Everyone in the Wuji Sect was willing to follow him.

Seeing someone in the crowd suddenly turn around and leave, the guard immediately became alert and shouted loudly: "Stop! What are you doing?"

Xu Wuchen paused, frowned, and lowered his hat slightly.

He was thinking about how to deal with the situation and didn't turn around.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qi Yang, who was standing by, quickly stepped forward and apologized with a smile.

"Sir, this is what happened. When we came here, I accidentally dropped an important item on the way, so I asked him to help me go back and look for it."

At this moment, another guard seemed to suddenly remember something and said to the previous guard:

"Brother Wu, we agreed yesterday to go to Yunyue Tower for a drink, but there are too many people entering the city today. I'm afraid we won't be able to go due to this delay. But it doesn't matter, let's check and clear them quickly, maybe we can still make it in time."

After that, he waved his hand impatiently at Xu Wuchen and said, "Go."

Xu Wuchen quickly turned around, nodded and bowed, and replied humbly: "Okay, sir, thank you very much, sir." After that, he hurried away.

Soon, except Xu Wuchen, they successfully entered the city with the help of disguise and went directly to Yueming Inn to check in.

Yueming Inn is the Wuji Sect’s stronghold in the city.

As soon as the door closed, Qi Yang said, "Send a message to Xiao Yun, and let another group of people enter the city in disguise tomorrow."

Afterwards, he spread out a defense map of Jinzhou City, placed it on the table, and examined it carefully. Several hall masters immediately gathered around him.

After a moment, Qi Yang stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the location of the city gate and the prefectural government office, with a sinister look in his eyes.

"After our people enter the city, we will start to take action. First, we will capture the city gate and let our people enter the city. Then we will control the prefect, and finally control the entire Jinzhou city."