The Chief Steward could sense that Guard Chen’s expression was a bit off, as if he carried a murderous aura.

At this time, the Chief Steward dared not say anything recklessly.

He might be the Chief Steward of the manor, but the master’s affairs were handled by several protectors.

Of course, that one protector, Guardian Luo, died inexplicably.

Because of that, Guard Chen’s mood seemed not good lately.

The Chief Steward wanted to ask many things but dared not speak randomly.

But there were some females brought from outside, prepared for the sacrificial ceremony in a few days.

From afar, Guard Chen saw the master and that female beside him.

She was exactly like Su Qingluo from tens of thousands of years ago.

Because of her, the master gave up the awakening path, went mad for a while, and then fell asleep, ignoring the affairs of the Fierce Beast Clan.

And this female has been deceiving and hurting his master all along.

If it weren’t for her, the master wouldn’t have fallen into decadence.

Such a ruthless mind and heart, who could have sent this female?

So many females have tried to make the master fall for them, but to no avail; only she succeeded.

He suspected that Luo Leshuang’s death was related to this female.

The sudden appearance of the deceased felt very odd to him.

Was she planning something to harm the master?

Or perhaps the enemy sent a spy who looked exactly like Su Qingluo to confuse the master.

But no, the master isn’t that kind of person. If the spirit wasn’t right, the master would have sensed it.

But seeing the master suddenly squat down before that female, Guard Chen was stunned.

The Chief Steward pointed tremblingly forward, "This...this..."

Their master’s status was so noble, how could he act like this before a female?

Even if the female’s status was noble, their master wasn’t someone who would do such a thing.

Guard Chen’s pupils contracted, unable to believe it.

Their master had never been so humble before.

...

Su Muyao didn’t know why, but when walking with Cui Liyi, she could smell the intense scent coming from him.

This scent was extremely penetrating, not the common fragrance of flowers and plants, but more like the crispness of ancient pines soaked in moonlight, mixed with the delicate sweetness of wintersweet after snow, entwining and infiltrating every part of her.

She turned to look at Cui Liyi beside her. At this moment, he was properly dressed, his black hair tied up with a jade hairpin, his profile like distant mountains with light ink, his long lashes casting a faint shadow under his eyes, yet he gave off an incredibly breathtaking allure, emitting a captivating aura.

In her mind, she vaguely became aware that this could be pheromones.

Some powerful and unique beasts, in front of their beloved females, would release their pheromones as a courtship scent.

It seemed that each male’s pheromones were different.

The fragrance seeped into her skin with her breathing, and Su Muyao felt her strength quietly dissolving, her originally normal steps gradually becoming feeble, her legs turning as soft as if wrapped in cotton, even her fingertips tingling with a faint numbness.

She bit her lip and forced herself to take a few steps, staggering as if she nearly stepped into nothingness.

Cui Liyi, who already had his attention on her, naturally reached out to support Su Muyao, helping her stand steadily.

There was no trace of impatience, only complete concern.

"Is the wife tired?"

"If the wife is tired, let’s return to the room to rest first."

Cui Liyi hoped she would say she wanted to return to rest, so he could hold her while resting.

Instead of now, walking along the road, unable to hold her.

Su Muyao, at this moment, leaning against Cui Liyi’s embrace, felt her face heat up.

"I... I’m fine."

"No need to rest in the room."

Was he trying to form a Contract since he didn’t control his pheromones like this?

Thinking of the Contract, Su Muyao quickly moved out of Cui Liyi’s embrace.

Cui Liyi felt a bit disappointed.

He hadn’t held her enough.

The warmth and softness in his arms were filling the emptiness in his heart.

Once Su Muyao stood firm, Cui Liyi slowly squatted down, tilting his head slightly, his voice gentle like raindrops falling on petals, "Wife, let me carry you."

Since she didn’t want to be held or go back to rest and wanted to stroll around the manor, he could carry her just the same.

At that moment, Cui Liyi naturally squatted down, his moon-white cloak draping elegantly over the cobblestone ground, exuding an air of utter elegance.

His back was straight, yet he deliberately lowered his posture while squatting.

Su Muyao watched his movements, stunned, her heart seeming to be violently struck by something.

Through the reactions of the manor’s servants earlier, she naturally understood Cui Liyi’s noble status; him doing such a thing must be extremely unbefitting of his status.

Su Muyao opened her mouth, whispering, "Actually... there’s no need."

"It’s okay. I am your Beast Husband, it’s what I should do."

"Be good, come on up."

A tightness formed in Su Muyao’s throat, words of refusal stuck at the tip of her tongue, ultimately fading into barely audible murmurs.

She leaned forward slightly, her arms gently wrapping around Cui Liyi’s neck, her cheek inadvertently touching his shoulder, the warmth feeling and rich pheromone fragrance allowing her tense Heart String to fully relax.

He cautiously lifted her up, his movements gentle, without causing her any discomfort.

At this time, Su Muyao leaned against Cui Liyi’s back, the subtle fragrance lingered around her nose.

Her eyes suddenly warmed up.

Though she remembered nothing, a part of her still felt anxious, even confused, though she dared not show it on her face.

Because, initially, she didn’t quite trust him.

Yet at this moment, she clearly felt that this person was harmless and trustworthy.

His gentleness wasn’t deliberate to please, but a care ingrained in his bones, a treasured protectiveness that knew she was amnesic yet still treated with great care.

Cui Liyi’s steps became ever more gentle as he walked, speaking softly to her about various places, "This is the back garden. You used to love mountain flowers, so many were planted here. Now it’s winter; in spring, it will become a garden of flowers..."

"There is a swing up there; you used to like swinging on it..."

"In summer, you also loved brewing grape wine. There’s still wine stored in the cellar; if you want, we can dig it out to drink at night..."

Listening to these words and seeing these scenes, flashes of light and shadow seemed to appear in her mind.

It seemed exactly as he said, and she found the garden indeed familiar.

Even the grape wine.

Scenes of winemaking appeared in her mind.

At this moment, her heart felt moved, thinking he might truly be her Beast Husband.

She had been too cautious before.

Su Muyao’s guarded heart gradually relaxed.

...

Guard Chen and the Chief Steward watched their master carrying that female as they strolled around the manor until evening.

Initially, Guard Chen trembled with anger, but eventually became numb.

The Chief Steward’s eyes reddened, feeling heartache for their master.

"The master would never do such a thing, let alone please any female."

Even when it seemed like Su Qingluo and the master had a good relationship, he never carried her.

Their master changed after waking up.

...

As Cui Liyi carried Su Muyao on his back, at the beginning, he seriously explained things to her, but the warmth and softness on his back gradually made his breathing erratic.

For the next three days, Cui Liyi patiently accompanied Su Muyao as they walked around the garden.

The protectors and stewards tried to report matters to him, but he ignored them all.

Of course, at night when sleeping, to not scare Su Muyao, he restrained his feelings and affection, lying properly on one side.

He wanted to hold her to sleep, but since Su Muyao said she wasn’t used to it, he kept his conduct proper.

On the third night, Su Muyao said she wanted to drink the grape wine.

Cui Liyi brought out the grape wine.

Indeed, it was wine from tens of thousands of years ago, yet due to Cui Liyi’s sealing power, it was still well preserved.

Su Muyao drank it but got somewhat drunk after a few sips, her cheeks flushing red.

She couldn’t help but softly call Cui Liyi’s name, "Liyi..."

"Yes, it’s me, wife, you’re drunk."

Cui Liyi’s voice was hoarse, for truly, at that moment, she was so beautiful.