"If I lose my mind, it’s your fault. I can’t be separated from you." The man furrowed his long eyebrows, looking down at me with an indescribable dissatisfaction.

My vision went dark, and I almost fainted, "Why can’t you be separated from me? Wuyue, those special feelings you have for me were deliberately planted by Yu Longting to make you follow me."

"I know." Wuyue smiled faintly, seemingly the only thing about Yu Longting he wasn’t dissatisfied with.

I rubbed my suddenly bigger head and said weakly, "Now that Yu Longting has left your body, you shouldn’t have feelings for me anymore, right? Why are you still following me?"

"Because..." Wuyue was lost in thought at my words, as if he had never considered this question before, so he had to think for a moment to make up a reason, "Because your man left a Remnant Soul in my body."

"Ha, that’s barely a reason. If he hadn’t left a Remnant Soul in you, you’d fall into a deep sleep again!" Though I was speechless looking at Wuyue, deep down, I had a lot of admiration for Yu Longting.

Despite his seemingly unruly temperament, he’s ultimately from the Mysterious Gate Orthodox lineage.

In the face of major issues, his values are even more upright than mine!

Wuyue has been a great help to both of us and deserves gratitude.

So, when he left, to preserve Wuyue’s life, he left a Remnant Soul with him to sustain his life.

Wuyue shrugged his shoulders, looking relaxed, "Why isn’t that a reason? I need to repay your man. I’ve suddenly realized that liking you is boring compared to liking him."

Oh no, is this the beginning of a new romance?!

I really don’t have the time to chat idly with Wuyue. If Piao Changji has any duplicates left somewhere out there.

And finds out that Wuyue and I are in the painting and tears it apart.

It’d be just our bad luck...

Right now, the urgent thing is to quickly find Xiao Li and figure out a way to get out.

"Sir, hello, have you seen..." I saw a kind-looking old man and went up to ask.

The old man looked at me like he had seen a monster and hurried away, avoiding me.

Several times, I tried to ask passersby, but they treated me like a scourge, screaming and running away as soon as I got close.

Some even went to report to the authorities, wanting the Magistrate to catch the monster.

The whole painting became a chaotic mess, and the style drastically changed.

I was thinking to myself that no matter what, this painting is just a painting and must have size limitations.

If asking people doesn’t work, I’ll just go search elsewhere.

Moreover, this street is visible through the ancient painting, and it’s easy for Piao Changji to notice when passing by that there are two more people in the painting.

One is me, and the other is Wuyue.

"Wuyue, let’s sneak away, or we’ll end up in jail soon." I grabbed Wuyue’s hand and ran in one direction.

As Wuyue followed me, he asked, "The red official robes, what rank are they?"

"If this is from the Song Ming era, I’d guess Fifth Rank or higher." Even though my education wasn’t high, I was diligent and eager to learn from a young age, only dropping out due to special circumstances.

I still know a little about these kinds of general knowledge things.

As we were walking, we passed by a Government Office, which turned out to be a Magistrate’s office.

Wuyue glanced at it and asked me, "What rank is a Magistrate?"

"Fifth Rank, or maybe middle Fifth... Oh geez!" Even though I was using the Mysterious Step, making it impossible for the naked eye to see my walking movements, I couldn’t help but quicken my pace, "You don’t think, do you, that Piao Changji has been wearing that official robe all along, actually enjoying playing the role of a Magistrate in his own ancient painting?"