"Aunt Liu is going too."

Aunt Liu lifted a lock of hair and smiled. "I've got nothing better to do anyway, I'll go have some fun with you all."

Ever since Chen Lin stepped onto the yard, her attention had been caught by the boy and girl on the second-floor terrace.

First it was their looks. They were still young, but that air about them, their faces too, were already otherworldly.

Especially that girl's outfit, it gave her the feeling of flipping through old paintings in the ancestral house when she was a child. In this world, there's always a small group of people who can stay untouched by the grime of the mortal realm.

Then it was their movements. Sitting in wicker chairs, their fingers kept tapping in front of them, as if they were playing some kind of game.

Chen Lin: "What are they doing?"

Lin Shuyou: "Playing chess."

Chen Lin: "Blindfold chess? But the board's wrong."

Lin Shuyou: "They're playing three boards at once."

Chen Lin looked more closely and found that was indeed the case.

Li Zhiyuan drew his hand back, his gaze dropping and landing on Chen Lin.

The Yang side of someone from the Yin Yang Family is no different from an ordinary person; you can't probe it through their aura. But just now, in the way Chen Lin looked at him, there was that Feng Shui type of scrutiny.

Aura can be hidden, but some habits can't. She was probably trying to be lazy, wanting to quickly figure out what he was doing and replicate the board he was playing.

Tan Wenbin ran upstairs. "Brother Xiao Yuan."

In the corner of the terrace, Tan Wenbin gave his report.

Li Zhiyuan: "Should be fine. If she's from the Yin Yang Family, from her face I'd say she cultivates the Great Yang side."

Tan Wenbin: "Great Yang side?"

Li Zhiyuan: "She walks the path of harvesting Yin to replenish Yang."

Tan Wenbin: "Oh~"

Tan Wenbin didn't understand, and that "harvesting Yin to replenish Yang" sounded really weird.

Li Zhiyuan: "Meaning, accumulating Merit through the Xuanmen to shape a secular identity. That branch is more protective of their own feathers."

The Yin Yang Family had once flourished in history, then slowly declined. Part of its lineage moved into the secular world, basically another method of 'passing down the family through plow and book.'

Li Zhiyuan had once found a copy of "Yin Yang Face Reading" in the basement of Grandpa's house. To some extent, the boy could also be considered an Onmyoji.

Tan Wenbin: "So it's the type Ah You doesn't like, and she doesn't fancy Ah You either."

Li Zhiyuan: "Has the child nagged him yet?"

Tan Wenbin: "It's okay, just nagged twice, but the child still fully respects Ah You's wishes."

Alii sat in the wicker chair, her eyes also on Chen Lin.

Down in the yard, Chen Lin crouched, clutching her stomach, looking very uncomfortable.

Alii's eyes could pierce through her Yang side and see her Yin side.

Chen Lin only felt a fire burning inside her. Without her actively controlling it, her Yin side seemed about to surface. The more she tried to suppress it, the worse her body felt.

This feeling—was she about to go into deviation?

So there really is no such thing as a perfect disguise in this world.

Alii bore no malice. She just habitually wanted to see through everyone who appeared in front of her.

Just like all those years in her dreams, watching Evil after Evil disguise itself and try to scare her.

If you don't want to be afraid, don't want to be affected by them, you have to see their essence clearly.

Li Sanjiang's voice came. "Ah You is back, huh. Where's Zhuangzhuang, Zhuangzhuang, where's my Zhuangzhuang!"

Tan Wenbin: "Mr. Li, Zhuangzhuang is right here!"

Shouting back loudly as he ran down, Tan Wenbin rushed up to Li Sanjiang.

"You've gotten thinner, how'd you lose so much weight!"

Li Sanjiang was heartbroken; his mule had lost condition.

Tan Wenbin: "Food outside isn't as good as at home. Mr. Li, the food at your place is still the best, really nourishing."

"Heh heh, then I'll have Aunt Liu make you more dishes so you can build yourself back up. Huh, what's with your hair?"

"I dyed it myself. Looks good, doesn't it, Mr. Li?"

"Looks good my ass. You dyed it white? Might as well go blond—at least that looks energetic."

"Alright, I'll go to the barbershop in town tomorrow and dye myself a fashionable blond."

"What's wrong with that girl, is she not feeling well?"

Li Sanjiang had noticed Chen Lin squatting on the ground, with Zhou Yunyun beside her asking with concern.

Chen Lin only shook her head, indicating she was fine, but like this, how did she look fine at all?

Li Zhiyuan walked to the edge of the terrace. Seeing this scene, he knew what had happened. He put his hand on Alii's shoulder and patted it lightly.

Alii, you can't keep looking, or she's going to show her true form.

The girl snapped out of her intense focus and drew back her gaze.

The unbearable burning pain in Chen Lin's body disappeared. She let out a long breath, stood up, and said to Zhou Yunyun, "I'm fine now, really. Look, I'm fine."

Li Sanjiang asked, "Whose girl is this?"

Uncle Qin came back carrying a bucket of water and replied, "Ex-girlfriend."

"What?" Li Sanjiang looked at Tan Wenbin. "Your ex-girlfriend?"

Lin Shuyou hurried to explain for Brother Bin. "She's mine—no, not mine…"

After Tan Wenbin gave a brief introduction, Li Sanjiang finally understood how everyone was related.

Li Sanjiang: "Oh, so 'ex-girlfriend' means she just didn't choose You Hou, huh?"

Lin Shuyou: "…Yeah."

Li Sanjiang said to Chen Lin, "Girl, take a better look. A mule with tender skin, fine flesh, and willing to work—that's rare in this world, you know."

Chen Lin had a good impression of Li Sanjiang, because it was with this old man's arrival that her signs of going into deviation had faded.

"Sir, our families live too far apart. It's not suitable."

Li Sanjiang: "Distance isn't a problem. You Hou rarely comes home even when he's in Nantong. See? He's not a homebody either."

In the past, Lin Shuyou didn't come home much. Now… he had a home he couldn't return to.