While Xie Yunwan was in seclusion, on Yunwu Mountain, Shen Qi and Zhu Xingzhi were enjoying rare peaceful days.
Shen Qi's original thatched house had been transformed into a blue brick and tile house. It wasn't that the hired workers were fast; it was just that Shen Qi was willing to spend the money. With plenty of gold leaves scattered around, what was there to worry about in terms of slow construction?
Since the completion of the large tiled house, Zhu Xingzhi would drag himself out for a walk with Shen Qi, coughing up blood occasionally from his worn-out body. Most of the time, he would sway gently on the bamboo lounge chair made by Shen Qi.
Yunwu Mountain was lush with towering trees reaching into the clouds. Although it was the hot summer season, it was cool inside. Moreover, even under the sun, Zhu Xingzhi's frail body didn't feel the heat, especially with Shen Qi's meticulously cooked meals every day.