Chapter 1106: Chapter 322: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (5)
"So you’ll just wait here for a little while, I’ll be right back, and don’t worry, you won’t be charged during this time," Qingyun assured.
"Alright, no rush, no rush," Yuchi replied, looking as if he would sit there drinking tea without moving an inch.
"Hmm!"
Grateful, Qingyun left, relieved that Yuchi hadn’t made the awkward request to join her for a soak, which would have been quite troublesome.
After Qingyun left, Yuchi dismissed the maid accompanying him for a chat. He sat alone by the window, lost in thought. Once certain there was no one around, he quickly pressed his ear against the wall.
Finally, he heard a very quiet conversation from the other side of the wall.
"Brother Wang, I’m so happy to hear what you said. I never imagined that as a courtesan, I would like you so much."
"Hahaha, if you need my help, I’ll definitely assist you. Don’t worry, I’ve got this covered. While I can’t stand in front of everyone to support you, if anyone gives you trouble, just send them to Celestial Craft Workshop to find me. I’ll talk to them privately, no problem."
"Thank you, Brother Wang, you’re truly the best man I’ve ever met. I never expected such an outstanding man to appear in my life. I’m incredibly touched!"
"It’s nothing. From the moment I saw you, I knew I liked you very much. Even though I can’t redeem you for certain reasons, I still hope you can become a palace courtesan. Not only for me but for you, you’d be very happy too, right?"
"Hmm! I’m truly very happy. I really don’t know how to repay you. Otherwise, you could..."
The man scratched his head, and Yuchi could no longer hear what they were saying as the voices became quieter until they were inaudible. Naturally, he remained quite curious.
"Brother Wang? Uh, so this person’s surname is Wang? He shouldn’t be Bu Huoran’s man, since Bu Huoran’s daughters are Bu Tingyue and Bu Luohua, so her man should also be from the family. This man must be another big figure in Celestial Craft Workshop, but I have no idea who this big figure is."
"Phew, that’s a relief. If this were related to Bu Huoran, I really wouldn’t know how to handle it."
"Luckily, life isn’t so melodramatic."
Yuchi sighed in relief, pressing his ear against the wall again to continue eavesdropping on their conversation. Unfortunately, both seemed to have short tempers and soon got into a fight.
Forget it.
No point in listening further.
"So Li Ruolan is a really assertive woman, talking to Feng Zhaoyang during the day and then meeting with this Mr. Wang at night. Doesn’t she ever get tired?"
"Good thing I didn’t call Feng Zhaoyang over. Otherwise, his face would have turned ashen, hearing his woman expressing love for him while doing this on the side."
"Tsk, tsk."
While Yuchi was pondering over this, the suite’s door opened, and Qingyun, finished with her soak, appeared like a red apple.
The lady clearly looked revitalized.
Yuchi glanced at Qingyun, and Qingyun looked back at Yuchi. They seemed to be in different worlds, each lost in thought. For Yuchi, it was just about finding out who she was; he really had little interest in her.
Anyway, they just chatted casually, with Yuchi feeling a bit awkward, like a schoolboy in a uniform walking with a young girl on a dark playground, hearts racing as if the world might collapse, experiencing a budding romance.
"Where are you going to college?"
"I don’t know."
"What about you?"
"I don’t know either."
"Haha."
The innocent smile soon disappears, and the next encounter might leave them both speechless.
"Is it you?!"
"It’s really you?!"
Standing in the small room, they were utterly stunned, not quite nostalgic but a little melancholic, and then quickly turned to a simple ’let’s get moving’ mood.
In the early hours, Yuchi left Yunxiang Pavilion. By the time he stepped out, the carriage was already gone. Brother Wang’s speed was indeed fast, so Yuchi returned to the inn and checked the card in his hand. Yin Shuang was hugging a half-eaten elixir, resting with her eyes closed.
Well, she managed to fall asleep while eating. It’s possible?
He smiled.
...
At the border between the sixth and fifth states, at a mountain pass, the weather was chaotic as rain poured down in torrents.
Cultivators were waiting for individual inspections at the pass, and Lu Qingyin was already very tired, but she simply couldn’t afford to sleep.
Holding a book, her frail figure sat inside the carriage, witnessing other travelers in front and behind, as if drifting underwater.
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