Yun Rao had just stepped out of the Drunk Red Pavilion when Su Yan came out after her. "Master Su," Yun Rao was surprised, "how did you come here? Didn't you plan to save your sister?" Su Yan blushed, touching his head. "With Zi Yuan there, he will save her." Yun Rao couldn't help but smile. "You're not her brother, are you?" Seeing Su Yan's face turn crimson, she realized she had said something wrong and quickly added, "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to imply any criticism. I just assumed, since you're her brother, you'd be more concerned about her safety." Su Yan smiled, gradually easing his earlier nervousness. "As long as Zi Yuan is there, she'll be safe." Yun Rao chuckled, "You really seem confident about Master An." "I can't really do much there." Su Yan said with some discomfort, perhaps feeling a bit awkward about having let his younger sister go without paying much attention, and having simply followed after her out of instinct when she had left—without much thought, even fearing he might never see her again. As soon as he stepped out, he realized he had completely forgotten about his own sister. Yun Rao smiled lightly, neither confirming nor denying, raised her eyes to see Qu Xiao Man had already caught up with him, then turned to Su Yan and said, "Mr. Su, I have other matters to attend to. I'll be off now—see you again soon." As she began to move away, Su Yan hurriedly called out, "Wait, wait!" Yun Rao looked at him with mild curiosity. "Mr. Su, is there anything else you'd like to say?" "Where are you going, Miss Yun? Will we have the opportunity to meet again in the future?" "We'll surely meet again when the time is right," Yun Rao replied, offering only generalities and avoiding the deeper issue. Su Yan's expression darkened slightly. "Would it be possible for Miss Yun to stay in the capital for a few more days? Until I have rescued my younger sister, I'd like to accompany Yun Rao was slightly taken aback, then said, "No, thank you, Mr. Su." Su Yan's face darkened once again unavoidably. "I hope you have a safe journey." "Thank you, Mr. Su," Yun Rao replied with a smile. Su Yan gave a self-deprecating smile and said a few polite words before departing. Qu Xiaoman glanced at Su Yan's back. "How can he be so stiff and awkward? Isn't it well-known that the head of Ba Fang Pavilion is upright, noble, and a truly solid man of character? It doesn't seem to match." Yun Rao shrugged. "Perhaps the stories about people are often mistaken. I've even been rumored to have killed many people and to be unfaithful to my commitments." Su Yan, though momentarily stunned, was genuinely sincere—he had forgotten that his younger sister was still stranded elsewhere, always being overlooked, and had never thought that in all his life he would finally have someone who remembered to care for her. It stirred a quiet sense of reflection within her. "Ms. Yun!" "As Su Yan was pondering, he suddenly returned, holding a token in his hand, which he threw to her and declared, 'Madam Yun, this is our eight-sided pavilion's colleague's token. Whenever you encounter difficulties at any of our pavilion branches, simply present this token, and someone will do their utmost to assist you. If you wish to see me again, you may carry this token to the pavilion branch and deliver it to the head掌柜.'" Yun Rao was momentarily stunned, quickly returning the token to him, and urgently said, "Mr. Su, we are not related by blood or friendship. I cannot accept such a precious item." After all, she was merely a stranger—how could she possibly be entrusted with something so valuable? Was he simply unaware of potential risks, or did he place such unwavering trust in her that he willingly handed over something so vital to the survival of the eight-sided pavilion? Didn't he fear she might use it to create disturbances? Yet, the eight-sided pavilion had remained stable and strong under his stewardship all this time. "It's no matter, Madam. Keep it. I can't offer you much assistance myself, only a small convenience along the way As he spoke, he handed the token back to Yun Rao, bowed slightly, and then rode away. "Hey, Su公子!" Yun Rao called out urgently, clutching the token that didn't belong to her—like holding a hot pot of soup, it felt both awkward and burdensome. Su Yan paid no further attention to her and continued riding off. With a slight irritation, Yun Rao held the token tightly, unsure whether to keep it, discard it, or simply let it sit there, adding to her growing frustration. "Just keep it for now, who knows—maybe it'll come in handy," Qu Xiaoman observed, seeing Yun Rao's dilemma, and added from the side. "Su Yan seems rather straightforward, but he's genuinely sincere with you. To give you something like this—something so thoughtful—is rare. I think you might as well go with him." Yun Rao gave her a withering look. "If I could live another ten or twenty years, I'd certainly consider it. But now…" With a sigh, Yun Rao finally settled on keeping the token, resigned. "Well, then, let's just leave it at that. No need to bother him further." "Curtsied at her with a teasing glance," Qu Xiaoman asked, "Then what about the An公子? How about him?" Yun Rao's expression slightly stiffened as she lowered her eyes, "I dared not even imagine." Qu Xiaoman was puzzled, "Why?" Yun Rao shook her head, said nothing, and then urged her horse forward. "Constant kept pounding his chest, pondering whether or not to go after the person himself. His lord, who clearly had a deep affection for Yun, had simply let her go without making any effort to pursue her—now he acted as if he were being sarcastic. Truly, he missed the nobleman, who had once been so pure and untouched by worldly affairs. "…Su Yan glanced toward An Ziyuan's room." Isn't your lord still inside?" "Ah... I've told you, but you still don't understand," Constant sighed, frustrated, and turned to console his lord. After taking a few steps, he paused and turned back. "Lord Su, don't think I don't know that you have any feelings for Yun. My lord truly loves Yun. When the time comes, just don't compete with me over her." Su Yan looked at him. "Your lord hasn't been with Yun lately, and Yun might not even be fond of your lord." "...Ah," Constant stomped his feet. "Just don't compete with my lord over women, that's all." Turned around, angrily knocking on An Zi yuan's door, she watched as An Zi yuan sat quietly at his desk, sketching with a flowing white robe that exuded endless grace—yet this still left Wuxiang deeply unsettled. As soon as she spoke, she said, "Lord, Yun has returned."