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A-Song felt a pounding in his forehead from the lady's words, internally protesting: "Miss, you are a woman, for goodness' sake! Even though you're dressed as a man, calling you 'Young Master' is really frustrating."
"Not like that!" The lady's eyes held a blatant threat that he dared not provoke, fearing her wrath.
"What should I call you then?" She felt like the wolf grandmother from the tale of Little Red Riding Hood, and that thought made her sweat.
"Young Master," he obediently complied, though his eyes were filled with protest.
"Hmm!" Qing Luan paid no mind to A-Song's silent objections; as long as she was satisfied, that was all that mattered. Their brief exchange came to a halt as they continued forward, with Qing Luan leading the way through the thicket while A-Song followed behind.
A-Song trailed after Qing Luan, frowning and looking quite gloomy. He had initially wanted to tell her to let him walk ahead to protect her, but in the confusion caused by her insistence, he had forgotten.
This mountain truly seemed untouched by anyone else; this was Qing Luan's thought as she realized the path was entirely one she had forged herself—there wasn't even a small trail, just dense weeds everywhere. As they walked, she began to resent the villagers who clung to their old ways. Along the way, she had discovered many delightful things: wild chili peppers, wild fruits, and some herbs—none of which could be found in the village.
"Y-Young Master," A-Song quickly corrected himself, realizing he almost made a mistake without drawing attention from the silent lady standing there. He stepped forward with concern and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qing Luan did not answer; her gaze was fixed intently on several clusters of plants ahead. They had gray, fuzzy shells with white things peeking out, leaving Qing Luan dumbfounded. Her heart raced with fear that if she got too excited, those plants might sprout legs and run away.
"Miss," A-Song lost his composure and waved his hand in front of her face anxiously. "Are you alright?!"
"I'm fine," Qing Luan replied excitedly as she snapped back to reality, completely unaware that A-Song had changed how he addressed her.
She said she was fine, but A-Song touched his forehead and thought to himself: If she were truly fine, she would have probably exploded by now. The fact that she hadn't only proved something was off with her.
Qing Luan paid no attention to A-Song's chaotic thoughts. She moved her heavy feet forward step by step, causing A-Song to follow closely behind with a racing heart, worried that something might go wrong with the suddenly peculiar lady.
Staring intently at the objects, Qing Luan pursed her lips and crouched down, reaching out to touch them. She realized that these things were exactly what she had imagined in her mind, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my gosh, it's real!" How could this be possible?
"Miss, what is this?" A-Song asked, puzzled by the fact that the unremarkable items before them had surprised her. As long as nothing was wrong with the miss, he would be fine.
"This is..." Qing Luan began to respond, but then her heart skipped a beat as she became wary. If everyone else was unaware of what this was, would it cause trouble if she spoke about it directly? "I once read about this in a book and thought it was just made up. I never expected it to actually exist."
A-Song knew that the miss came from a wealthy family and was well-versed in literature, so he didn't think much of it and curiously asked, "What is it? Can it be eaten?"
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