Intelligence Ultime

Chapitre 47

Zhu Huihui pouted even more: "My face isn't dirty, why do I have to wash it!" Despite her complaints, she didn't dare disobey, and casually scooped up some water and splashed it on her face a couple of times, "My face is washed now!"

Maple Snow slowly shook her head.

Zhu Huihui's cheeks puffed up in anger, and she angrily pulled her sleeves up to her shoulders, revealing her fair arms, and splashed water forcefully on her face.

Maple Snow Colors really had a headache.

The servants at the Chenzhou branch were absolutely right; making Zhu Huihui wash her face, hands, and bathe was like taking her life. He had countless arguments with her about it every day. Sigh! Let this girl be dirty if she wants to; if he can't stand it, he can just ignore her. Why should he meddle in her affairs? But, to watch a young girl he'd finally managed to clean up become a filthy mess again was truly unbearable!

Liu Yue watched them with a gentle smile, thinking to herself: Rumor has it that the Snow-White Young Master of Maple Snow City possesses unparalleled swordsmanship and is known for his chivalrous and righteous nature; yet, it turns out he also has this thoughtful and caring side. Although he was fierce towards this sharp-tongued girl, his concern was evident...

His gaze fell on Zhu Huihui, noticing her tender, lotus-root-like arms. With a vigorous splashing motion, water droplets flowed down her fair wrists, forearms, elbows, and upper arms, wetting a pattern on her upper arm.

It was a very tragic picture.

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: Chapter Fifteen (3)

A tiny bird, exquisite in form, covered in blood-red feathers, its upturned crest resembling a burning flame, spread its wings, its body embedded in a clump of thorns, blood dripping down, yet it tilts its head back to the sky, its small beak open, as if weeping and singing a song of blood.

This fiery red bird wasn't a tattoo; it blended seamlessly with her pale red skin, as if it had grown naturally from the depths of her skin. Every single feather was so lifelike, and its bean-like eyes seemed to be filled with tragic grandeur. In the sunlight, the water-soaked bird's entire body was a vibrant, intense red—snow-white skin with crimson marks, a breathtakingly beautiful red.

Liu Yue's dark eyes, moist with peach blossom mist, suddenly narrowed, her pupils contracting.

He had seen that picture before!

The bird on the arm of that nasty-mouthed girl was of some kind, perhaps from hell or heaven.

Once, someone pointed to a picture and told him: This strange bird lives at the ends of the earth. Legend has it that it sings only one song in its entire life. From birth, it is covered in blood-red feathers, and from the moment it leaves the nest, it tirelessly searches for a tree covered in thorns. When it finally finds that tree, it plunges its body into the thorns, bleeding as it desperately sings its one and only song. That mournful and tragic voice makes the heavens and earth pale. Blood runs dry, life ends, the song ends—its entire life is for this final song…

Liu Yue's face paled slightly. Who...who is this girl...?

Zhu Huihui angrily splashed water on her face for a long time before finally losing her patience: "Are you done yet? I even washed my arms!"

Feng Xuese nodded slightly, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

Zhu Huihui cheered, pulled down her sleeve to wipe the water droplets off her face haphazardly, and jumped over to grab some snacks.

Feng Xuese snorted.

Zhu Huihui cried out, "Great hero, what else do you need? I've already washed myself clean!"

"It's Young Master Liu Yue's food. You want to eat it? Have you asked Young Master Liu Yue?" This girl really doesn't learn her lesson. No matter how I teach her, she just won't get it.

"Great hero, you're such a nuisance!"

Zhu Huihui never thought that she needed to ask other people's permission to eat something. She always took what she wanted to eat, and if others didn't give it to her, she would steal it—her mother had said that if you want something, just reach out and take it. Even if you ask, people won't give it to you if they don't want to, so there's no need to care. No matter what method you use, as long as you get it in your hand, it's yours.

She pouted again: "Young master, may I eat your steamed bun?" Pah! To beg someone for a steamed bun, how shameful!

Liu Yue took out a small box containing lotus leaf-wrapped crab roe soup dumplings from the begonia food box, handed it to her, and smiled gently: "Please, miss!"

"Th...thank you!" Zhu Huihui said awkwardly, taking the small box with one hand and stuffing a bun into her mouth with the other. "So...delicious!"

"Eat slowly, don't choke!" Feng Xue said. No one's going to take it from you, why wolf it down?

Zhu Huihui swallowed the bun: "This bun is really delicious, hero, you should try one!" He grabbed a bun and handed it over.

Feng Xuese hurriedly refused, for he had not forgotten how black this hand had once been.

"Hehe, then I won't be polite!" Zhu Huihui continued eating happily.

Liu Yue stared at her intently. Feng Xuese noticed the strangeness in his gaze and explained on Zhu Huihui's behalf, "This child is very hungry. Please don't mind, Brother Liu Yue."

"Yes, yes, your steamed buns are so delicious!" Zhu Huihui rarely praised them. For the sake of the delicious buns, she could postpone her revenge for the humiliation inflicted by this smiling tiger.

Liu Yue smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

"Zhu Huihui! When you were interrogating me, didn't I confess everything?" Zhu Huihui complained while eating a steamed bun, blaming the man for his bad memory.

"Ah..." Liu Yue coughed awkwardly. So, her surname was Zhu...

"What's wrong?" Zhu Huihui looked at him, puzzled.

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: Chapter Fifteen (4)

How old are you?

Zhu Huihui scratched her head, looking a little confused: "Fourteen or fifteen, or maybe seventeen, my mother said she can't remember either."

So Liu Yue was also confused.

Feng Xuese knew that this was another person who didn't understand the situation, and felt very sorry for him. She said, "This child's mother seems to have a very strange temperament. Brother Liuyue will understand in the future."

Liu Yue nodded thoughtfully. That person also had a very eccentric personality... So, could this girl be her...?

Feng Xuese beckoned Zhu Huihui over.

"What is it, sir?"

"Stick your head over here."

Zhu Huihui immediately covered her neck with both hands and shouted defensively, "I didn't do anything! Why are you taking your anger out on someone else's head again!"

Feng Xuese was both amused and annoyed. She took out a small box from her bosom and said, "Who cares about your head!"

He stretched out two fingers, gently pinched her rosy cheeks, pulled them in front of him, opened the lid of the medicine box, picked out a little ointment, and carefully applied it to the large blue bump on her forehead.

The ointment, once applied, produced an extremely cooling sensation, seeping into the burning skin, causing Zhu Huihui to flinch.