"Yes," Luo Binghe says with a smile. "It is poetic. I wish he did not have the mantle of that vile man's crimes weighing him down. But to house Shen Yuan's soul is the only good Shen Qingqiu has ever done, and I am grateful for it." He sits back, more at ease now that Liu Mingyan has been apprised of the important matters. "Now, tell me. How is my Yingying?"