Zhi’er was almost carried off by Feng Fuce and Bai Xingye on each side.

They only entered a tavern once they felt there was no one tracking them.

In the private room, Zhi’er muttered, "Those monks promised me but haven’t fulfilled it yet!"

"They should take off their kasaya and apologize to me!"

As the future Heavenly Dao managing all gods, Zhi’er felt obligated to tell them what true respect for a god is!

But obviously, Feng Fuce, Bai Xingye, and Guoguo did not support this.

"We are already drawing too much attention, Princess, please bear with it a bit longer. If my idiot father finds out, he might guess that I’m here for vengeance," Guoguo said biting on his chopsticks.

Feng Fuce said calmly, "Let’s try not to create unnecessary trouble."

Bai Xingye also nodded in agreement: "Sister, I’m mainly afraid that those people will disrespect you again, and I might resort to killing them on the spot."

Hearing them, Zhi’er could only prop her chin, shaking her foot helplessly.

"Alright then~"

After eating, Zhi’er wandered the streets again.

But Feng Fuce would occasionally glance back, as if searching for something in the crowd.

"Brother Fuce, what are you looking at?" Zhi’er asked.

Feng Fuce pursed his lips, "I always feel someone is following us."

Yet each time he turned around, he saw nothing suspicious.

Given Feng Fuce’s skills, if even he didn’t notice who was tracking them, there were only two possibilities—

One, he was mistaken, and no one was indeed following them;

Two, the person was of unusual identity, and exceptionally cautious.

Soon, Feng Fuce no longer felt he was being tracked.

Per the plan, they now had to head to Guoguo’s biological father’s home — Duke Huan Mansion.

Upon Guoguo’s arrival, a housekeeper greeted him.

He promptly presented Baili Wu’s token.

"Once your master sees this token, he will know who I am. After putting so much effort into finding me back, surely he hasn’t forgotten this?"

Guoguo’s tone and resemblance to Duke Huan had the veteran housekeeper inwardly surprised.

"May the esteemed guests proceed to the main hall and wait. I will deliver this to the master in the study immediately."

Zhi’er and the others followed the housekeeper into the mansion.

Along the way, there were carved dragons, adorned beams, exotic treasures abound, and Ya Pavillion exuding antiquity.

The vast Duke Huan Mansion, albeit slightly desolate now, suggests the grandeur of its past.

While waiting in the main hall, maids served tea then retreated.

Zhi’er walked around the hall, then turned to Feng Fuce, saying, "The atmosphere in this house is chaotic, I don’t like it at all."

Feng Fuce sat in a scholar chair, his face fair as jade, sipping tea slowly.

Upon hearing, Feng Fuce asked patiently, "Would you like us to leave and stay elsewhere?"

Zhi’er pondered their purpose for coming, then shook her head.

"I’ll begrudgingly stay, after all, I must accompany Guoguo."

They intended for Duke Huan to pay a rightful price, not only for harming Chu Ping but also for expelling Guoguo from the family years ago.

New grievances and old scores, all to be settled!

After speaking, Zhi’er glanced sideways at Guoguo.

She found him staring blankly at a floor tile in the main hall.

Not even sitting down; since arriving, he had stood in that spot.

Zhi’er walked over, asked with concern, "What’s wrong with you?"

Guoguo regained composure, with a bitter smile.

"More than ten years ago, standing right here, Duke Huan disowned me, severing our father-son bond."

"In a flash, so many years have passed, and I’m standing here again. It’s so... laughable."