Was it you that night?

"I’ll say it one more time, Junior Sister An, watch your mouth, or the consequences will be unpredictable," Yan Changsheng said before leaving on his sword.

An Lu glanced back in the direction of the Simple Residence Courtyard, a cold smirk forming at the edge of her lips.

She was waiting to see when Shen Qinghe would fall from her high place.

Once everyone had left, the Simple Residence Courtyard immediately became deserted.

Shen Zhiyao, fearing that her dear sister would make some sensational claim and offend Dongfang Wuya, was about to secretly use her mana to sober Shen Qinghe up when Dongfang Wuya noticed her slight movement. "I will tend to Shen Qinghe myself; you leave!" he said.

Shen Zhiyao gave a forced smile, her face tinged with embarrassment, "How could I dare to trouble Mr. Wuya? Qinghe is just like this when she’s drunk. Let me take care of her."

Dongfang Wuya looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, which made her feel uncertain.

She didn’t dare to say anything else and, quite unheroically, abandoned Qinghe, who was still muttering to herself, to go to the courtyard and pass the time by admiring the moon.

Dongfang Wuya helped Shen Qinghe into the bedroom, had her sit properly in front of the bed, and saw her leaning this way and that, so he simply straightened her shoulders. "If you have any more grievances against me, tell me all at once," he said.

Shen Qinghe yawned and flopped down on the bed without a care.

But as she was halfway down, Dongfang Wuya straightened her up again using his mana.