The night was dark and deep.

As the lights of countless households gradually extinguished, the human world fell into silence.

Old Scallion was the longtime servant of the Feng family, having served there even longer than Miss Feng's age. His head was larger than most, earning him his nickname long ago.

Over time, everyone even forgot his original surname. Old Scallion had a good temper and never resisted when people called him by his nickname, often even responding to it.

On this particular night, Old Scallion was on duty.

As usual, he carried a kerosene lamp and prepared to make his rounds around the Feng family's property, checking to see if any doors or windows were left open and if there were any burglars outside.

Even though Miss Feng was not present and Minister Feng and his family had temporarily returned to live there, it did not affect Old Scallion's daily work.

On a scorching summer day, a sudden rain brought relief to the heat. Old Scallion, who always wore long-sleeved shirts, didn't mind as he walked slowly around the wall from the back door.

He had walked this path a thousand and eight hundred times and knew it like the back of his hand. Even with his eyes closed, he wouldn't get lost.

He remembered when the Feng family moved in, the place was bustling with activity. But as Minister Feng moved to Nanjing, the place gradually became desolate.

Time passed, and the place became old and worn. The walls were covered in moss, and the smell of decay lingered in the air.

Old Scallion felt a sense of regret. He missed the days when the Feng Manor was shiny and new. But he knew he had no say in the matter. Every blade of grass and every tree belonged to the Feng family, and he was just a subordinate.

The night was quiet, and even the sound of cicadas was drowned out by the rain.

Old Scallion suddenly stopped in his tracks. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had just seen someone walking ahead of him.

A white figure, particularly conspicuous in the night.

Perhaps his old eyes were playing tricks on him, he thought.

The next moment, the white figure appeared again within his line of sight, standing outside the iron gate at the entrance.

Old Scallion's heart skipped a beat, and he almost fainted.

He took two steps back, trembling, and shouted, "Young Miss?!"

The white figure did not respond, but seemed to have heard Old Scallion's call.

Slowly, it turned to face him, revealing a face that was so pale it had no color. Its sleeves fluttered in the wind, and its neck was as thin as a bamboo pole, supporting a head that swayed unsteadily.

It wore a familiar face that Old Scallion knew well, and slowly revealed a smile.

Old Scallion's heartstring snapped completely! "Ghost! Ghost!!!" he screamed.

After two hours, Ling Shu finally met Miss Feng at the Feng family's house. However, he couldn't talk to her directly and had to stand with Yue Dingtang at the door, peering through the crack to see her tossing and turning in bed, seemingly sleeping soundly.

Ling Shu signaled to Yue Dingtang and they left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Back in the living room, Ling Shu asked, "I've never met Miss Feng before. Are you sure it's her who has returned?"

Eldest Young Master Feng, who was sitting across from him on the sofa, nodded in confirmation.

"It is indeed our third sister. She remembers us and can answer many questions, but when asked about her whereabouts in the past few days, she seems to have lost her memory. Her spirits are also low, so we cannot press her for answers. We must let her rest and discuss this matter further when she wakes up. We wanted to inform you both so that you do not have to continue to worry and thank you, Mr. Ling, for your help. If we have offended you before, please forgive us for the sake of our father's face. Please do not compare me to ny useless younger brother."

There are two meanings to his words. One is to inform them that Feng Zhenzhu has been found, and the other is that since she has returned, the previous commission no longer exists.

Eldest Young Master Feng speaks much more elegantly than his brother.

He then brought out a box, which was the one that Mr. Ling had previously declined.

"Although Mr. Ling doesn't value money, we still want to show our appreciation. Please accept this small gift."

Eldest Young Master Feng didn't open the box, but his gestures suggested that there was something more inside than before.

Of course, Mr. Ling knew that the other party's politeness was mostly due to Yue Dingtang's face.

Mr. Ling, who "doesn't value money," reached out and took the box. His swift action made Eldest Young Master Feng slightly stunned.

He thought Mr. Ling would brush off money like dirt as he did before.

"Since we have no business here, we'll take our leave and not disturb Mr. Feng's rest."

Minister Feng didn't personally come out to greet them.

Whether he was not here or had other matters, Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang didn't plan to stay long. After exchanging pleasantries, they got up and bid farewell.

Eldest Young Master Feng came to his senses and said, "I'll see you off!"

Carrying the box, Ling Shu looked troubled as he left the Feng family's residence.

He almost missed a step on the stairs, but luckily Yue Dingtang was there to catch him.

"Pay attention to where you're going, what are you thinking about?" Yue Dingtang scolded him softly.

In fact, Ling Shu wasn't really focused on the return of Miss Feng.

Although the situation was suspicious, they couldn't wake her up and ask her questions now. The Feng family had made it clear that the matter was over and they didn't need to investigate any further. Ling Shu couldn't possibly kidnap Feng Zhenzhu to interrogate her.

He was more concerned about the disappearance of Yang Chunhe now.

This girl didn't have the same family background as the Fengs, who could use their connections to mobilize both the police and the patrol officers to search for her.

After Feng Zhenzhu returned, this matter would gradually fade away. If Yang Chunhe didn't show up again, it would only be treated as a normal missing person case.

But for the Yang family, losing their only daughter was like the sky falling down.

"I want to come back tomorrow," he said to Yue Dingtang.

"Do you want to ask Miss Feng about Yang Chunhe's whereabouts?" Yue Dingtang quickly understood his meaning.

Ling Shu nodded.

Feng Zhenzhu came back, but Yang Chunhe didn't. The timing of their disappearance was so coincidental. Perhaps only Feng Zhenzhu knew where Yang Chunhe was.

"I was pondering over Yang Chunhe and that notebook. She wrote many poems in it, and mentioned the Azure Dragon constellation several times... Hmm?"

"What's wrong?" asked Yue Dingtang.

Ling Shu muttered to himself, "Azure Dragon, Green Dragon? Green Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise..."

He gasped and took a deep breath.

"I remember now!"

He wondered why the words Azure Dragon sounded so familiar. Didn't Lu Zude mention it in prison today?

Could these two words have some meaning?

Of course, there is also a possibility that it is just a coincidence.

"Old Yue, I want to go to the patrol station and ask Lu Zude something!"

"Now?"

"Now."

Yue Dingtang didn't bother to ask any further questions.

He immediately let Ling Shu get in the car and instructed the driver to turn around and take them to the patrol station.

With him there, it would be much easier to see Lu Zude.

During the journey, Ling Shu finally shared his discovery with Yue Dingtang.

Yue Dingtang furrowed his brow and remained silent.

Ling Shu asked, "Have you thought of something?"

Yue Dingtang replied, "When you mentioned the Azure Dragon, I thought of a place."