Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

Wen Jin cleared his throat: "Lu Qingzhi told me everything."

Hearing this, Ji Yunmiao turned around and looked at her.

"Fairy Piao Miao has always been alone. She has lived for more than a million years by taking over the body of her adopted disciple. She wants me to save her from the hell."

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and said silently: "When she was sad, the harp that I trapped in her consciousness seemed to cry again. Listening to her tone, I don't know why, I always feel sad in my heart."

"There must be some reason behind this, but I can't find any clue." She raised her head and looked at Ji Yunmiao.

Ji Yunmiao was silent for a moment: "Then save her, save her from the turmoil of Piaomiao Yinque, one day we will find the reason."

Wen Jin hummed softly and reached out to take off the gold ornaments on his head.

Ji Yunmiao looked at her, not knowing what she was thinking.

When Wen Jin took off the last hairpin, she suddenly thought of the safety lock that she had put back under the bed.

Just when she was about to pretend that the hairpin had fallen and pick it up and then found the safety lock, her hands paused.

She felt a little regretful and thought it was too fake to pretend to have seen something!

Then the last hairpin was also placed safely into the tray.

Only then did Wen Jin notice the wine jug on the other tray.

Coincidentally, Ji Yunmiao's gaze also fell on the wine jug at this moment.

Wen Jin coughed lightly, picked up the wine jug and poured two glasses of wine into two small golden cups, then handed one to Ji Yunmiao.

Seeing that her movements were skillful and decisive, Ji Yunmiao didn't mind at all. A smile slipped across the corner of his mouth and he reached out to take the wine glass.

He leaned down and put his arm around Wen Jin's arm...

The wine glass was put back on the tray, and Ji Yunmiao didn't know how he had sat next to Wen Jin.

"You..." He stared at Wen Jin, whose cheeks were also flushed, and wondered how to start.

Wen Jin felt Ji Yunmiao getting close to him, and the slight drunkenness that had just come up on him immediately faded away: No, no, we haven’t talked about the serious business yet!

As soon as she thought about it, the safety lock that was originally under the bed instantly appeared in her hand.

She had already made up her mind that she must return the safety lock to him on the night of the Couples Hall when Ji Yunmiao was in a good mood.

This was his mother's relic, and she would feel uneasy holding it if she didn't return it to him.

If Ji Yunmiao discovered it one day, she would be in trouble.

"Is this yours?" Wen Jin stepped back almost imperceptibly and spread his hands between the two of them.

Ji Yunmiao's gaze fell on the safety lock in Wen Jin's hand.

The silver peace lock had the words "Yunmiao" carved on it by his mother herself.

"You! Where did you find it?" Ji Yunmiao took it and held it in his palm and looked at it for a while. The restriction was set by him when he was a Nascent Soul, and it still had his aura. It had never been opened by anyone. He looked at Wen Jin, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke again.

"I found it when I was decorating the room two days ago. I saw that it seemed to be your name on it. I wanted to return it to you, but we couldn't meet, so I didn't return it to you until now." Wen Jin made up an excuse and answered half-truthfully.

She didn't know how to tell the truth. Should she say, "I picked it up just after you lost it. I kept it and didn't return it to you. Do you think you can use it to win your favor?"

Since she already... has fallen in love with Ji Yunmiao, then she should not tell anyone about the more utilitarian things she did before.

Ji Yunmiao nodded, his voice dry: "It is indeed mine, it is a relic left to me by my mother, I have... lost it for more than half a year."

He had wanted to look for it when he first lost it, but he never had the chance to enter Wen Jin's room again after that, until he moved in. After a rough search, he still couldn't find it, so he gave up. This was his regret, but... if the loss of this lock could be exchanged for the love of a living person, he didn't seem to be so unable to let it go.

Wen Jin smiled at him, brushed away a strand of hair on his forehead, and said softly, "Now I have found it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Yunmiao put the lock back into her hand. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I give it to you."

"Huh?" Wen Jin was puzzled.

"Don't you want to see what's contained in the restriction?" Ji Yunmiao looked at her, with a sense of determination in his eyes.

"I'm giving it to you so you can read it," he said.

It would be a lie for Wen Jin to say that she was not curious. The original book was very secretive about the description of the safety lock. Until the very end, she didn't know what was in the safety lock. What she couldn't expect at this moment was that Ji Yunmiao was willing to hand over this secret that he had kept in his heart to her.

"Is it okay?" Wen Jin asked.

Hearing this, Ji Yunmiao's expression suddenly became hesitant again.

"Then wait until you have really made up your mind and show it to me." Seeing that he was hesitating, Wen Jin returned the lock.

Ji Yunmiao did not take it back, but directly stretched out his hand to touch the safety lock. The restriction disappeared in an instant, and a white light shot out from the safety lock:

"What do you want to do!" A childish voice sounded from the magic mirror.

Wen Jin's pupils dilated slightly and he looked at Ji Yunmiao with a bit of disbelief.

But Ji Yunmiao didn't look at him. He sat there, looking a little nervous and uneasy, his eyes fixed on the magic mirror.

Wen Jin had no choice but to turn around and look at the magic mirror.

Several children in fancy clothes cornered another child in a dead end alley and beat him severely.

Needless to say, the child who was beaten was Ji Yunmiao, who was still a child.

"It's all your fault! Your mother killed my mother!" shouted one of the children who seemed to be the leader.

Young Ji Yunmiao held his head, huddled in a corner, and kept repeating: "No... No... No..."

But no one cares what he says, or even if they do, no one cares what the facts are.

Although Wen Jin knew that Ji Yunmiao would not respond to her, she still looked at him with heartache.

She knew about this matter. It was mentioned in the original book. In the incident more than 20 years ago, his father brought his pregnant mother with him, and in order to protect his mother, another concubine died.

No one can be blamed for the concubine's death. If anyone is to blame, it can only be blamed on her scumbag father who was having affairs with other women.

Then the scenes kept changing, all showing him being bullied in various places, and then his father sold him to a brothel after going bankrupt.

His mother risked her life to bring him out, and then ran away. In order to protect him, his mother was shot through the heart by an arrow sent by people from the brothel.

Even through the magic mirror, Wen Jin felt a dull pain in his heart.

When the people at the brothel saw that someone had been killed, they dared not chase after him anymore.

Only the young Ji Yunmiao was left at the foot of the mountain, hugging his mother and crying.

The woman reached out and took out the safety lock, pried the boy's hand apart and put it on it, and touched the boy's face with the last bit of her strength: "If I had known that my mother was dead, my little Yun Miao would not have to run away. My mother would have been hit by their arrows long ago."

She gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing from the boy's face: "Don't cry, don't cry, you are free..."

Before she could finish her words, the woman's hand slipped from the boy's face without a sound.

Wen Jin touched his face and felt a wet feeling on his fingers.

She turned her head to look at Ji Yunmiao. Ji Yunmiao pursed her lips and clenched her fists.

Next, Ji Yunmiao went to Penglai to become a disciple.

He started out as an outer disciple until he was chosen by Wen Jin.

The joy on the boy's face and the expectant look in his eyes were like sharp swords cutting into her heart.

The memory came to an abrupt end when he first lay on Wen Jin's bed.