Who in the world does not know you?

Chapter 27 is incorrect.

As night fell, a gentle breeze blew.

Yun Luobai lives in the south courtyard of the mansion. There are two rooms in the courtyard. He lives in one room, and Ye Zi moved into the empty room opposite him today.

Logically speaking, before this, there were only Yun Ping and his son Yun Luobai in the house, and they should have lived together to take care of each other.

However, Yun Luobai believed that the South Courtyard was, after all, a side house, so he strongly persuaded Yun Ping to move into the main house of the residence.

Ye Zi's current status is that of a maid in the household. Although it is beneath his dignity to live with him, the young master of the Yun family, he took the initiative to suggest that Ye Zi live in the same courtyard as him, which shows that he does not care about such things.

He wouldn't let Ye Zi leave when she wanted to, but now that he's letting her go, she doesn't want to leave anymore.

A woman's heart is always unpredictable and fickle.

The night was quiet, and a gentle breeze rustled the peach tree branches in the courtyard.

Pink and white peach blossoms drifted down onto the stone table in the courtyard, then were carried away by the gentle evening breeze to some unknown distance.

Inside the room, Yun Luobai sat in a large bathtub, where steam still rose like white mist, and the slightly warm water gradually turned his fair skin red.

The door creaked open and was then pushed open by someone.

Yunping walked in with a bucket of hot water in his hand, smiling broadly.

"Dad, don't add any more hot water, I'm going to get burned!"

"It's easy to catch a cold in spring and autumn. Look, the water is warm now, but it will cool down in a little while."

As Yun Ping spoke, he raised the bucket, slowly tilted it, and poured half of the hot water into the bathtub where Yun Luobai was. The latter immediately grimaced and moved his body to the other side.

However, being in the bathtub limited his movement, and no matter how much he struggled, it was like trapping himself in a cocoon.

"Dad, Yezi can handle boiling water."

Yunping pulled up a stool and sat behind Yun Luobai, shaking his head helplessly.

"You're not a child anymore, you should know how to cherish women. Besides, that child is lame, it's already difficult for her to walk, and carrying water back and forth so many times, it's not easy for her."

Yun Luobai turned his head and glanced at Yun Ping, his expression momentarily complicated.

Then, he spread his arms and rested them on the edge of the bathtub, letting out a heavy breath.

"Dad, you're just too kind. With your personality, you're bound to get hurt by this sooner or later."

"So what if you've suffered a loss? In this life, who can guarantee they'll never suffer a loss? Move forward a bit, let Dad wipe your back."

"No need, Father..."

"Since we've already washed it, we should at least make sure it's thoroughly clean."

Yun Ping gently pushed Yun Luobai forward by supporting her shoulder, then smiled and wiped Yun Luobai's back with a damp white handkerchief.

Yun Luobai's skin was as fair and smooth as a woman's. Even though it was flushed slightly by the heat, it was still smooth and delicate, and had nothing to do with the word "rough".

Looking at Yun Luo's smooth white back, Yun Ping paused slightly in the hand holding the white handkerchief, but quickly resumed his previous action.

"Luo Bai, what are your plans for the future?"

"I haven't decided yet, but setting up a fortune-telling stall to make a living could bring in a lot of money."

"Although I don't know where you made so much money by fortune telling, in our Ningzhou Prefecture, this is not a long-term solution."

The steam rose gently, and the conversation between the father and son was as calm as still water, just like the hazy night outside the window.

"Even if the world considers it a scam, it's still quite an achievement that I was able to get you such a big house to live in."

Yun Luobai had no intention of continuing the topic. How he wanted to live was not important; at least he was still alive now.

As long as a person is alive, sooner or later, a decision will be made about the future.

"father."

"Um?"

"Is there something else you're hiding from me?"

Yun Ping looked up at the back of Yun Luobai's head, pursed his lips, and unconsciously clenched the warm white handkerchief in his hand.

"You know what happened in prison. That female thief vanished into thin air, and the prefect wants to pin the murder at the Rouge Pavilion on her. If we can't catch her, my dereliction of duty will be even more serious. You know all this, so what could I possibly be hiding from you?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Luobai uttered only two words softly.

"wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Father, is the difference in monthly salary between a jailer and a regular prison guard like an insurmountable chasm?"

"Well, it's not that much of a difference. The jailer doesn't get much pay each month... It seems like he can skim some money off the top, but it's not much at all. I share it all with everyone..."

Yunping wasn't lying, after all, he had shared the profits he had received with his subordinates.

Although they appear to be working in the government office, in reality, none of them earn much money. Otherwise, they wouldn't occasionally get so happy over a lavish meal.

"Ma Ben isn't stupid. Even if he took your place by virtue of being a distant relative of the prefect, if he lined his own pockets, the other jailers under his command would definitely be dissatisfied with this preferential treatment. But if he acted as you did before, he wouldn't earn much extra income even if he became the jailer. Why would he risk public anger and go through all that trouble to try and take your place as jailer?"

"..."

"Even if we assume you're not someone who cares about empty titles, and you were to lose your position as jailer, you could still work alongside everyone else in the yamen as an ordinary prison guard. Surely you wouldn't be so downhearted about that, would you? Why are you so gloomy and depressed, even forcing a smile when you get home, as if afraid I'll notice something amiss?"

"..."

Yun Luobai's voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear in the quiet room, and every word reached Yun Ping's ears, resonating with his heart.

Yunping spread the white handkerchief in her hand and draped it over the edge of the bathtub, letting out a soft sigh.

In the blink of an eye, his eyes had turned slightly red.

However, due to the fog and Yun Luobai's back being turned to him, he did not notice.

"You've been exceptionally intelligent since childhood, and now... you're still the same as before, that's wonderful..."

"You have your reasons for not wanting to tell me the inside story. But I want to tell you that whether you tell me or not, I will find out sooner or later. Even though I am not your biological child, I can never repay the kindness of raising you. The trouble you are in is my trouble, and I will naturally help you solve it. You can rest assured..."

Yun Luobai spoke slowly, glancing out the window. His handsome face was no longer as gentle and approachable as before, but instead showed a hint of coldness.

Slightly dragging footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a knock, interrupting the father and son's conversation.

"Uncle Yun, I think there's a mouse in my room. I'm a little scared. Could you go check it out for me...?"

Yezi's voice came from outside the door, delicate and timid.

"OK!"

Yun Ping responded, then stood up from the stool. Just as he was about to leave, he turned back to look at Yun Luobai, who was in the bathtub, and hesitated to speak.

The door opened and closed, leaving only Yun Luobai inside.