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"Ah, the son of the soup, above Wan Qiu. Truly there is feeling, yet no hope... No winter, no summer, in the presence of her egret feathers..."
Mu Qing followed the slightly sorrowful melody and found the singer in the desolate wilderness.
It was a girl dressed in water-blue garments, her appearance strikingly ethereal, seemingly no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. Her hair was simply tied up in a bun, without any makeup or adornments. She sat quietly on a large green stone, singing her song, her figure resembling a profound and harmonious ink painting, quietly etched into Mu Qing's heart.
Mu Qing raised his sword-like brows slightly and took a step forward. The girl seemed to sense his presence and suddenly turned her head, her gaze locking onto Mu Qing.
Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters. In that brief moment of eye contact, a fleeting glance was enough to send waves through Mu Qing's soul.
Though deeply moved by the mysterious girl before him, Mu Qing's actions did not falter. He cupped his hands in greeting and politely said, "I apologize for intruding on your enjoyment. May I ask what this song is called?"
Upon hearing this, the Blue-Clad Woman appeared quite surprised. She bounded a few steps toward Mu Qing and replied with an entirely unrelated remark: "Hey, you’re heading to Wan Qiu City, right?"
As she approached, Mu Qing instinctively concealed the indigo cloth bag behind him and subtly stepped back to create distance between them. However, the faint fragrance emanating from the girl, reminiscent of orchids yet not quite, seemed to possess a life of its own, wrapping tightly around him. Mu Qing had always disliked the heavy scents of women’s cosmetics, yet at this moment he surprisingly found himself not repulsed by this aroma; rather, he began to enjoy it.
Seeing Mu Qing protectively clutching his bag while regarding her with suspicion, the Blue-Clad Woman guessed part of his thoughts and took a small step back. Imitating his earlier gesture, she cupped her hands and asked, "Might I trouble you to take me to Wan Qiu City?"
Mu Qing did not respond; this was typical of him.
"Sir?" The Blue-Clad Woman tilted her head slightly, thinking he hadn’t heard her clearly.
Mu Qing merely cast her a faint glance before turning to leave. Seeing this, she became flustered and quickly stepped forward, reaching out to grasp his sleeve.
Unexpectedly, in that hurried moment, she stumbled and fell directly into Mu Qing's arms as he turned back.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze.
How else could he hear his own heartbeat so clearly?
Everything around them appeared to lose its color.
How else could her delicate pink cheeks and petal-like lips seem so enticing?
“Pfft— Hahaha! Young Master, have you been knocked down?”
Xiao You's laughter suddenly broke the tranquility, startling the two embraced figures into quickly separating.
The Blue-Clad Woman's cheeks flushed as she hurriedly adjusted her attire, while Mu Qing coughed awkwardly a few times, shooting a fierce glare at the laughing Xiao You.
Xiao You continued to chuckle, observing the expressions of Mu Qing and the woman with great curiosity. It was quite amusing to see the Young Master in such an embarrassing situation... Looking at them, there might be something brewing here, he thought with a sly grin.
The carriage continued its journey towards Wan Qiu City, with towering cliffs rising on either side of the road. If one listened closely, they could hear the Xiang Shui river rushing and roaring not far away.
Indeed, the landscapes of King Chu dom lived up to their reputation.
Mu Qing slowly withdrew his gaze from the window, intending to close his eyes for a brief rest, but was distracted by the sounds of laughter outside the carriage.
“Wow, your Young Master really has the surname ‘Mu’? He truly lives up to his name—so wooden!”
“Haha, yes indeed. But Miss Chu, do keep your voice down; if Young Master hears you, he will surely be upset.”
Damn Xiao You! How can he be so unruly when out in public? Mu Qing clenched his fists, his expression darkening.
“Speaking of which, your Young Master is quite dull, but he is rather handsome.”
“Exactly! The Master hardly lets him go out when at home.”
“Really? Is he that strict? Afraid that some flower thief might have his eye on him?”
“Pfft! Miss Chu... you are truly... amusing.”
“Just call me Chu Yunxiang. Xiao You, you really have it tough following such a wooden Young Master.”
Mu Qing could no longer tolerate it inside the carriage; these two were discussing him so openly as if he were deaf! The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably as he regretted allowing Chu Yunxiang into the carriage in the first place. One Xiao You was already noisy enough; now with this Chu Yunxiang added to the mix, it felt like being trapped in a flock of ducks—his head was pounding from all the noise.
“Xiao You!” Mu Qing finally spoke up to stop him.
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Shut up.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
The outside of the carriage fell silent in an instant.
Mu Qing felt a sense of pride for successfully silencing Xiao You and closed his eyes to take a short nap.
He did not see that outside the carriage, Xiao You and Chu Yunxiang quietly high-fived each other, both wearing sly smiles on their faces.
Yay! The Young Master finally spoke! lady Chu really has a way; if only she could become the Young Mistress!
Yay! This ice mountain finally opened up! Hmph, I told you, no matter how cold he is, I have my ways to melt him!
A silent cheer flashed through both of their minds, even though their thoughts were slightly different.
The carriage sped along the path leading to Wan Qiu City, and in the distance, the outline of Wan Qiu City was already faintly visible.
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