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The girl was shocked by Wan-Er's words.

In the Tang Kingdom, marriage began at the age of fourteen. If the progress was fast, especially for the children of wealthy families, then having a child at the age of sixteen or seventeen was nothing strange.

As for her childhood playmate, her family background as the son of Zhixian wasn't too bad. It was entirely possible that, as Wan'er had said, she had already married her and become a father.

When she thought of this, the young girl instantly felt a sense of exhaustion arise within her heart.

"Wan Er, I'm tired. I need to go to bed now."

The girl shook her head and left the rest of the matters to Wan-Er. She then went upstairs to her room and went to sleep.

Wan-Er looked at the girl and shook her head helplessly. She felt that the girl loved old times too much. Her playmate had clearly never promised her anything, so why did she need to think so much about it?

As the young girl entered the room to rest, the young masters who had gathered on the boat began to chat before the boat docked at the lake.

However, a lonely youth sitting in a corner, wearing a thin white satin brocade gown in the cold winter, was treated by everyone as a strange person. However, he did not chat with the crowd.

He finished the tea in his hand and sat in silence for a while. Then, he stood up and left the hall, walking towards the cold, whistling wind deck.

This youngster wearing thin clothes who was regarded as a freak was none other than Ye Qing.

As for the young girl who had been playing the zither, she was Zuo Mengyao, the person whom Ye Qing had held back in his previous life.

"Yao'er doesn't seem to be in high spirits. Before we leave, I think it's better for us to go check the rooms."

Originally, Ye Qing was only prepared to watch from a distance for a while before leaving. However, when he saw that Zuo Mengyao had left with a somewhat tired expression, he couldn't help but feel a trace of reluctance in his heart.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally decided to take a closer look without revealing his identity.

Ye Qing released his Spiritual Sense to investigate and after confirming that he was the only one on the deck, he activated the concealed aura of his snake scale inner armor and the effect of Shadow Stealth.

A grey fog rose from his body, and the figure shrouded in it gradually disappeared. Then, with a leap, he grabbed the edge of the window, opened it, and quietly rolled into the passage to the third floor of the ship.

"Have you fallen asleep?"

Ye Qing, who had arrived at the door of the room, used his Spiritual Sense to check out the situation. He gently pushed open the door and walked to Zuo Mengyao's bedside and sat down.

He could see that Zuo Mengyao, who was sleeping on her side, had traces of tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Her brows were half furrowed, as if she was dreaming of something unhappy.

This appearance caused Ye Qing's face to uncontrollably reveal a gentle expression filled with doting.

"Sigh, let's have a good dream."

Shaking his head and sighing, Ye Qing gently brushed away Zuo Mengyao's messy hair and gently brushed the back of his right hand across her face. He used a spell to quietly change Zuo Mengyao's dream.

As he watched Zuo Mengyao gradually relax her eyebrows, and the faint smile on her face, Ye Qing couldn't help but reminisce the past and the evils from his previous life.

He remembered that in his previous life, when he was still playing in Yuhang City, he had met Zuo Mengyao on the boat playing a zither. She was a female actress of the Imperial Institution.

She hadn't recognized him then, but he had fallen in love at first sight.

Therefore, through his family connections, he spent quite a bit of money to get people to buy him over at the academy, allowing him to become one of them.

After meeting each other in the academy, they realized that their relationship was getting better and better quickly. Before long, they had reached a friendship and had yet to have a lover.

However, all sorts of resistance and nightmares arose one after another.