The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Sang Feiwan's eyes flickered, and he brought the topic back to the topic: "So, where is she? I mean, where is the person who rules the Moon Country and formulates the rules and regulations of this country?"

"Where is it?" Miss Su shook her head. "I don't know."

"You don't know? Then who would know?"

Miss Su still shook her head: "Everything here is run in a measured and orderly manner. Who is the ruler? I don't know, and maybe no one knows."

"Who issued the rules and regulations? Who is responsible for the appointment and dismissal of officials? After the imperial examination, does the person who won the top prize need to meet the supreme ruler?"

"The rules were established long ago. Officials perform their duties, and the scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans are in good order. As for the appointment and removal of officials... those orders were issued from the Moon Palace."

"Where is the Moon Palace?" Sang Feiwan immediately grasped the key point.

"Of course the Moon Palace is in the sky." Miss Su pointed outside the hall.

It was dark outside the hall, and a full moon was hanging high in the sky.

It was not until this moment that Sang Feiwan discovered that the moon here was brighter, rounder, and bigger than the moon in the real world!

It is so big that even the hills and basins on the moon can be vaguely seen.

Sang Feiwan looked carefully and could even vaguely see the outline of a palace on the moon.

There are no buildings on the moon in the real world, so why is there a palace on the moon here?

She pointed at the moon and asked, "Is that the Moon Palace? How do I get there?"

"Go up?" Miss Su looked at Sang Feiwan in surprise, "Are you kidding? That's where the immortals live. Even if mortals like us grow wings, we can't fly to the moon."

"Then how does the Moon Palace communicate with the people in the lower world? How does it issue orders?"

"Domestic affairs are managed by officials at all levels, so there is no need for immortals to intervene. The Moon Palace generally does not communicate with people below. If people encounter major issues that cannot be resolved and need to consult the Moon Palace, a grand sacrificial ceremony will be held. After the ceremony, the instructions of the immortals will float down from the moon."

All this sounds a bit fantastic, but in this upside-down world, even the weirdest things will become reasonable.

The two chatted until midnight, and after they had said almost everything they needed to say, Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming personally escorted Miss Su and her husband out of the Sang Mansion before turning back.

On the way to the inner house, the two shared with each other what they had learned.

When Sang Feiwan heard Yu Beiming say that Mr. Su was covered in bruises and had suffered a lot of abuse, she found it extremely ironic.

"In the real world, the victims of domestic violence are mostly women. In this reversed world, the roles are reversed, and the victims become men. This seems... somewhat deliberate."

It was only when Yu Beiming heard Sang Feiwan talk about the "Moon Palace" that he noticed that the moon here was particularly different.

He looked up and gazed at the moon, but saw that it was still bright and holy, hanging high in the sky.

Unlike the real world, the moon here looks like a huge eyeball, quietly spying on everything in this world.

"The strength of the strange power on the farm was closely related to the waxing and waning of the moon. A moon palace has appeared in this world again."

"So, are there really immortals on the moon? The immortals on the moon set the laws of this world and silently supervise everything here?"

"But why does this affect the real world?"

Yu Beiming had many questions.

If this world existed independently and did not interfere with the real world, then Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming would naturally not interfere too much.

Yu Beiming asked: "Will this place be like the world in the mental hospital before, with chaos causing multiple worlds to overlap?"

He shook his head again and said, "Not really. It seems more complicated than the mental hospital. The mental hospital is a real thing. And this world is upside down, women are superior to men, it doesn't seem like a separate world."

"The people here have no desire to explore. They don't even question the existence of something as illogical as the Moon Palace. How can I describe this feeling? It's as if everything here is fictitious, including the people. How can a fictitious person doubt a fictitious event?"

“Everything here is so confusing.”

Sang Feiwan said calmly: "No matter how confusing things are, there will always be a time to see through everything. The Moon Palace should be the key. We have to find a way to get to the Moon Palace."

Yu Beiming looked at the moon in the sky and said, "Even if you and I were in our prime, we couldn't fly to the moon. Moreover, in this world, we have suppressed our cultivation, so it is even more impossible to fly to the moon."

Sang Feiwan thought for a moment and said, "We suppressed our cultivation before so as not to alert the person behind the scenes and to avoid alerting the enemy. If the time comes, we can only lure the enemy out of its hole."

Yu Beiming pondered for a moment and said, "I think it's best to observe for another day or two and try to understand everything here more thoroughly. Once I am absolutely sure, it will be safer to face the person behind the scenes head-on. After all, anyone who can create such a large world, whether he is an immortal or not, must be as powerful as you and me."

Sang Feiwan said: "I think so too. It's better to be cautious. Don't have a direct conflict unless it's necessary."

As they were talking, they had already reached the bedroom door.

In the antique bedroom, the most eye-catching thing is the pearwood step-bed carved with a picture of "hundreds of daughters and thousands of grandchildren".

A servant in pink clothes was making the bed. When he saw them coming in, he bowed and said:

"Miss, Master, the bed has been made. You two can rest now."

There was only a quilt on the bed, with a bright red quilt cover embroidered with a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Yu Beiming coughed lightly and was about to sit in a chair next to him to meditate for the night, but when he turned around, he found that the boy had spread out the quilt beside the bed.

Yu Beiming asked him: "What are you doing?"

The servant looked up and replied, "I am on night watch for my master and I sleep here at night."

As he spoke, he glanced at Sang Feiwan shyly and said softly, "Miss, do you need me to warm your bed first?"

Sang Feiwan: "..."

Yu Beiming: "..."

In ancient times, wealthy families all had maids who were responsible for serving tea and water, as well as warming the bed at night.

This warm bed has rich meanings, also including special services and the continuation of offspring.

When the servant saw that Sang Feiwan didn't say anything, he stood up and wanted to take off Sang Feiwan's clothes.

Sang Feiwan hurriedly took a few steps back, while Yu Beiming stood in front of her and shouted angrily: "Get out!"

The servant did not dare to disobey and replied with tears in his eyes: "Yes."

As soon as he left, Yu Beiming immediately went over to close all the doors and windows, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But Sang Feiwan said, "If I remember correctly, that boy should be Mr. Sang's man. If you drive him away rashly, there will probably be some trouble."

Yu Beiming smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, he just nags a few times at most."

It's better than having a stranger by your bedside every night.

Sang Feiwan said: "This world is really strange. It's obviously the first time for us to enter. But here, we have complete past experiences and friends and relatives. Everything is real, as if there was a real us before we entered here!"