He Danggui talked to Qing'er for half the night, from Ling Miaoyi to Sun Meiniang, and then to the after-death world that the dead eighth young master had shown them, and couldn't help but let out all sorts of emotions.

In the latter half of the night, Qing'er's tongue became more and more sluggish and gradually fell asleep, only He Danggui remained sleepless, thinking about whether Meng Xuan's bedding in the hidden wine cellar was thick enough, and whether the tea was hot, and then ...