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Sang Mansion.

That night, Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming wanted to explore the situation in this world under the cover of darkness.

But soon after they returned to their room, Yu Beiming was called by Sang's father to serve him medicine.

Father Sang seemed to be in poor health and had to take medicine every morning and evening.

However, when he scolded people, he was full of energy and there was no sign of illness.

"You gave me such hot medicine, are you trying to burn me to death?"

"The medicine has been left out for too long. It won't be effective if it cools down. Why didn't you bring it to me earlier?"

Yu Beiming said: "When I handed it to you just now, you complained it was too hot."

Father Sang was furious: "Are you talking back to me?"

Yu Beiming stopped talking to avoid further conflict. He didn't want to cause trouble before the matter was clear.

As a result, he didn't look for trouble, but trouble came to him.

"Why are you silent? Don't think I don't know that you are not convinced!"

"I can't help you if you think so."

"What's that tone of voice? Is serving me medicine making you so impatient?"

Yu Beiming sighed: "So are you still going to drink this medicine?"

"The medicine is already completely cold, but you still gave it to me. Do you hope that my illness will never get better?"

"Then I'll take it down and heat it up."

After finally reheating the medicine, he watched Father Sang drink it.

Yu Beiming was about to leave when he heard a shout from behind him: "Did I let you go?"

Yu Beiming had no choice but to turn around and ask, "Is there anything else?"

Father Sang leaned on the couch, crossed his legs and said, "My legs are a little sore."

Yu Beiming: "Oh, then you may have walked too much, go to bed early."

Father Sang's face suddenly changed: "You are such a fool. I said my legs are sore, don't you know to come over and give me a leg massage?"

A murderous look flashed across Yu Beiming's eyes, and he asked patiently, "You seem to be targeting me all the time. What? Did I offend you?"

Father Sang said, "How can this be considered targeting? Which son-in-law doesn't serve his father-in-law in this way? I went through the same thing when I was young. When my father-in-law was alive, I served him tea and water, massaged his shoulders and back every day. When he was sick, I took care of him by his bedside. I didn't go back to my own courtyard for a whole month. When I felt tired, I would take a nap on a chair next to him."

Yu Beiming chuckled: "So now that you've made it through, you still want to torture me like this?"

Father Sang sneered: "Only if the rules are set well can you serve my daughter better!"

Yu Beiming: "Is there any necessary connection between serving you and serving your daughter? Someone who can please you may not be good to your daughter. Someone who is good to your daughter may not please you. You see, there is no necessary connection between the two, right?"

Father Sang was a little confused by his words. Before he could react, he heard Yu Beiming continue to say, "Since you have nothing to refute, it means that you also understand this truth in your heart. If you understand it, why do you deliberately keep me here to find fault?"

Father Sang raised his eyebrows and said without any guilt: "Whose son-in-law didn't go through this? When I was young, my father-in-law even controlled whether I took my left foot or right foot first when I walked. I..."

Yu Beiming sneered: "So you want to tear my umbrella into pieces after you got caught in the rain?"

Father Sang said angrily, "What's your attitude? Which son-in-law talks back like you? Believe it or not, I will let my daughter divorce you!"

"What are you still standing there for? Massage my legs for me!"

Yu Beiming lowered his eyes: "Are you sure you want me to massage your legs?"

"What are you talking about? Why don't you hit me now?"

Yu Beiming walked over and just hit him lightly, but even if he restrained his strength, Sang's father still couldn't bear it.

"Ouch, why are you exerting so much strength? My legs are about to break... Stop! Stop! It hurts..."

Yu Beiming smiled and said, "Do you still need your legs massaged? Or, should I massage your shoulders again?"

……

After Yu Beiming left, Sang Feiwan tried to find out about the situation in this world from the maids and servants around her.

But the servants in the mansion had very low cognition. They only knew to focus on the work in their hands and knew very little about everything in this world. They didn't even know the name of the country, the background of the dynasty, or who the ruler was.

Sang Feiwan felt very strange. This world seemed so real, but the people here were like frogs in a well, only able to see the small piece of sky above their heads. They had no desire to explore, and looked more like NPCs in a game.

So this is definitely not the real world? It's a man-made virtual world?

At this moment, the servant came to report: "Miss, your good friend Miss Su came to visit with her husband."

Sang Feiwan had an idea: "The servants are all NPCs, so we can't get any information from them. Then, can we find out some things from our friends?"

She hurriedly ordered: "Please don't meet in the main hall, Miss Su."

Soon Sang Feiwan saw Miss Su, who was wearing a black dress and looked quite heroic.

"Miss Sang, this is my new good tea. I specially gave you a portion to try."

Sang Feiwan thanked him and handed the tea to his maid.

Her eyes fell on Miss Su's husband again.

He was a handsome man, not tall and a little thin, but his belly was so round that it seemed like it would burst at any time.

When Sang Feiwan asked them to sit down, Mr. Su supported his stomach with one hand and held the chair with the other, and sat down slowly, his movements looking a little clumsy.

Sang Feiwan asked: "Is Mr. Su...about to give birth?"

Miss Su laughed: "It's just in these few days! My Su family will soon have an heir. He is pregnant and has difficulty moving. He should have stayed at home to rest. But he felt bored at home and insisted on coming out with me."

Su Xianggong touched her pregnant belly and said timidly, "Miss Sang, has your husband rested? I will be giving birth soon. After giving birth, it will be even more difficult to go out. So tonight, I want to have a personal chat with you, Mr. Sang."

Miss Su immediately glared at him: "Mr. Sang is a virtuous man. I'm afraid he won't easily see guests so late. If I had known you were so presumptuous, I wouldn't have taken you out!"

Mr. Su lowered his head and dared not make any more requests.

Sang Feiwan saw that the man seemed to want to say something to Yu Beiming, and of course she would not stop him.

It was unknown how hard Yu Beiming was having his time at Sang's father's place, so Sang Feiwan took this opportunity to ask the servants to call Yu Beiming over.

She said to Miss Su, "I'll have someone prepare some wine and food, and we can eat and talk."

Miss Su said happily: "That's great! I have been craving for your good wine for a long time, you must have enough tonight!"

When talking about "wine", no one noticed that Mr. Su trembled all over, as if he was afraid of something.