Peerless Heiress - Chapter 7
Lin Ye entered the pavilion, saw me, and paused, his face immediately changing drastically. It first turned bright red, then pale, and finally so black it was almost the same color as his clothes. At the same time, a murderous aura suddenly surged from his body.
Just to be safe, I subtly took a few steps back and hid behind Mo Yu.
Hehe.
Mo Yu glanced at me thoughtfully and instructed, "Lin Ye, this is Miss Lin Qingyan. She will be staying at our residence temporarily. Arrange for her protection."
“Yes, young master!” Lin Ye replied in a deep voice, his tone filled with murderous intent.
I rolled my eyes.
Is the protection a pretense, and the real purpose really surveillance?
These two are a super perverted, shameless, and stubborn maniac, and a complete idiot who echoes my every word. One won't give up until he finds out my background, and the other is so angry that he wants to tear me to shreds. If I really go back with them, I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll be eaten alive, leaving not even bones behind.
Of course, I'm not afraid of any of that; the more challenging it is, the more fun it is. However, whether I stay or leave is not up to others to decide. Let alone being locked up in a small mansion, becoming a pitiful little guinea pig to be observed and tested.
Right now, I'm extremely annoyed and I don't want to be with this super pervert.
I turned and ran.
Unexpectedly, she missed a step, her body swayed, and with a scream, she crashed headfirst into Mo Yu's arms.
And Mo Yu, who was said to be incredibly powerful and had a lot of legends surrounding him, couldn't even withstand the force of a single bump from me, a weak woman. The two of us collided and fell down together, rolling around in a heap.
"Young master, young master..."
We heard Lin Ye's shocked cry, and then our rolling stopped.
My face turned deathly pale with pain, and I bit my lower lip tightly. Oh God, my hand!
Mo Yu shifted his body slightly, releasing my hand that was pinning him down.
I didn't care about anything else and hurriedly pulled it back. When I looked at it, I saw that my hand was scraped in several places, my whole palm was red, and a few small blood vessels were slowly seeping out.
Waaaaah, it hurts so much—
My tears were welling up, and with trembling hands, I kept blowing on them.
Oh my god, that damn Mo Yu! I must be cursed by him. Why do we always end up falling hard every time we meet? This time it wasn't as dangerous, but it still hurt terribly.
Seriously, wasn't he standing right in front of me? How did he suddenly end up behind me? Damn it, if he's so fragile, he shouldn't be running around blocking my way. If he hadn't knocked me down, I would have fallen straight onto the table and might not have gotten this badly hurt.
Damn Mo Yu, I never want to see him again. I'd rather avoid him altogether.
Chapter 20: Cultivating Power First is Key
I leisurely hid in a corner, eating my 101st snack.
Qingyan's Law Six: In any situation, eating well and having fun is the only true principle.
So, having arrived in this time and space, putting everything else aside, how could we not try all the delicious food?
Hmm, this osmanthus cake tastes pretty good. It's not too sweet, very fragrant, and melts in your mouth. Wow, I love it!
General Lin, his face as black as if it were dripping with water, suddenly darted past the window for the third time. No, it shouldn't be called darting, it should be called flying.
Without touching the ground, like a gust of wind, it was gone in the blink of an eye—what else could that be but flying?
This is what a master is like.
I smiled and followed Lin's retreating figure with my eyes.
He rested his chin on one hand, grabbed a twig with the other, and unconsciously scribbled on the ridge, creating exaggerated cartoon forest scenes all over the ground. His graceful figure and flowing robes made him quite handsome.
Hmm, right, when should I find a way to get that sly fox Mo Yu to show off his skills in front of me? His depiction of light-footed kung fu would be much more interesting. When I get back, I might as well use these two guys as models and draw a comic book for each of them; it'll definitely sell well.
Oh right, I could also use these two as models, without even changing their names, to write a whole epic BL novel! Lin Ye would be the seme, of course—or maybe the super-cunning Yun would be a better seme model, hehe. And the content... well, it's just...
Just as they were reveling in their joy, Lin's fourth flight made a grand entrance. By then, the night was deep, and the black mist shrouded his figure, making him appear indistinct and like a fleeting dream.
This time, Lin Ye didn't leave quickly. Instead, he stopped ahead, looked around one last time, and then snapped his fingers. Almost suddenly, several figures jumped out from the shadows.
I curled my lip. Luckily, I'm smart enough to know that Lin Ye's quick comings and goings were always a trap. Sure enough, he even had sentries lying in wait here. But, this trick might work on others, but who am I? Humph!
"What's the situation?" Lin Ye asked in a deep voice.
"Reporting to the General, we have been guarding this place and have not seen anyone suspicious," one of the men in black replied respectfully, bowing.
Lin Ye pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright, let's call it a day for this area. But we must not relax our vigilance at the checkpoints along the way. We'll come back tomorrow to check each household one by one."
"Yes!" came the unanimous reply.
After a while, I finally saw the dark figures surrounding Lin Ye disappear into the distance. I lifted the bamboo basket by the window and stood up from the dark, abandoned attic.
I yawned, stretched, climbed down from the attic, and strolled slowly into the night.
I'm so sleepy. I yawned again and wanted to go to bed.
It seems I need to find a place to stay first.
Judging from the way the forestry department is acting today, it seems those two guys are determined not to give up until they catch me.
The most important thing in hide-and-seek is to take the initiative. You can't always be the one being chased and constantly running away.
I don't know when my master will come. Although I think that after a few days, he should have found my location by now, that's only if he happens to still remember me. What if that old monster of a master takes a fancy to some beautiful woman or encounters something interesting and decides to disappear again? It might be months before he remembers that he seems to have a disciple.
Several months﹏﹏
If that's the case, I'd better cultivate my own power and territory first. After all, I offended a big shot as soon as I arrived.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
Chapter 21 Lonely Blooming Without an Owner
I wandered aimlessly through the streets, still half asleep. The number of pedestrians had dwindled. I turned into a street that still retained some of its former liveliness, where the warm glow of the streetlights cast a soft light on the ground, just like the light my mother would leave on for me when I came home late.
"﹏﹏Master Jin, waaaaaah, I'm really out of money﹏﹏waaaaah﹏﹏"
"No money? No money? We can have Miss Ziru come with us. As long as Miss Ziru comes with our boss, all the protection money you owe can be waived."
What's all that noise? I forced my eyes open; it seemed like something was going on.
I looked up, and the first thing that caught my eye was a huge plaque, golden and gleaming, with the three large characters "Zhongfangyuan" written on it. The plaque hung on a two-story building with large doors and windows, through which I could vaguely see red brocade covering the floor and graceful women inside.
The place where I stood was a shadowy spot to the side of the building. A few steps ahead of me was the main gate of Zhongfang Garden. The gate was in disarray, with only one huge stone lion remaining, squatting majestically to one side. Several large wooden sticks were lying at the lion's feet. Behind the lion, the mahogany gate seemed to have been kicked open, one side half-open, while the other side was partially broken and leaning against the wall.
Looking through the half-open doorway, one could vaguely see several imposing figures dressed in short shirts and wielding sticks.
"Waaaaahh ...