The al was brought into the room.
Bai Zhi’er temporarily tied up her hair with a jade hairpin.
She raised her hand, and the ink-colored sleeve slipped to her wrist, revealing skin as white as snow.
"When are we going to the client’s house?"
"We’ll go once you’ve finished your al. I’ve already arranged everything."
Feng Fuce walked up behind her and adjusted the position of the jade hairpin.
Bai Zhi’er sat at the table and picked up her chopsticks. After a few bites, Feng Fuce served her a bowl of soup.
His care for her was increasingly ticulous, ingrained in every instinct.
Bai Zhi’er took out the letter written by the client and carefully familiarized herself with the family again.
She bit into a piece of chicken and gradually said with confusion, "Why isn’t there any ntion of how her husband died?"
Feng Fuce peeled a shrimp and placed it into her bowl.
His eyes were dark and calm: "This morning, Lei Hu went to their house and asked. Her husband died in battle, and it was twenty years ago."
Bai Zhi’er was taken aback.
For this woman, longing for her deceased husband, was nearly driven to madness, and she was already forty-three years old.
She and her husband had been apart for twenty years.
Bai Zhi’er sighed, "After such a long ti, why is it only now that they realize sothing’s wrong with her?"
As she spoke, she scooped a spoonful of egg custard and brought it to Feng Fuce’s mouth.
He ate it as usual and gave Bai Zhi’er so green vegetables with his chopsticks.
"According to her family, she usually acts normal, except occasionally the maid sees her talking to herself."
"However, they say this woman originally had a gentle character, but since her husband’s death, her personality changed. She rarely speaks and seems rather lancholic."
"Sotis, when a thief or burglar enters the house, she deals with them herself."
"Her mother was the one who truly noticed sothing was wrong. After her husband died, she lived with her in-laws. Her mother ca to visit her once and discovered cuts on her arms."
After Feng Fuce finished speaking, he made Bai Zhi’er eat a few more slices of mushroom.
The soup in Bai Zhi’er’s bowl contained lotus root, which she didn’t like, so she fed it to Feng Fuce.
"Cuts?" Bai Zhi’er asked curiously, "Did she do it to herself?"
Feng Fuce nodded.
Bai Zhi’er frowned slightly, "If she uses her own blood to summon souls, that’s a form of evil magic."
Usually, what is summoned isn’t the person she longs for, but rather wandering ghosts in search of spiritual energy.
Feng Fuce finished eating the lotus root fed by Bai Zhi’er.
He spoke leisurely, "We’ll know after we see for ourselves. Aside from being careful of her sudden outbursts, it’s not difficult to handle."
If it’s an evil spirit, it’s rely a matter of a single command from him.
In the mortal world, those from the Demon World must submit upon seeing the Demon Lord.
The two of them continued feeding each other until they finished the al.
After the al, Feng Fuce accompanied Bai Zhi’er into town to pick so things she liked.
No matter where she went, Bai Zhi’er always liked the local trinkets.
Things like rattles, intricately carved little wooden figures, and round fans.
Whichever was prettier, she would pick, just like when she was a child.
When they returned, they called Lei Hu and Guoguo to visit the client’s house.
The woman in trouble was surnad He, now a widow, so she was called Yan He.
Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce were welcod into the mansion by the host family.
Judging by the mansion’s decor, it was clear the family wasn’t wealthy but certainly not impoverished.
A house with two entrances and exits was enough for two generations to live in.
Yan He’s mother-in-law was an elderly woman with gray hair.
She chatted with Bai Zhi’er, "Though my son died in the wars of the forr dynasty, thanks to the benevolent rule of the current Emperor, every year there’s an allocation of silver and grain for all deceased soldiers and injured soldiers."
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