Looking at that pitiful, handsome face, I feel like dying. What should I do? I need help urgently.

I, Luo Qingyi, have lived for twenty-two years and have never seen such a grown-up act so coquettishly. Today is truly like seeing a ghost.

How could anyone look at me with such a proud, aloof, gentle, virtuous, and beautiful appearance? Even if I were disabled now, it wouldn't change my personality, would it? (Author's note: Could your thought process be any more bizarre?)

In this situation, only this house can relieve my worries.

"May I ask who you are, sir? Where are you taking me? Do you have any more houses like this?"

"Chaochao, when will you ever change your greedy nature? You're even eyeing your own things!" That man must be able to read minds; he saw right through my little scheme. But it's alright. He said this thing was originally mine, so it's time to return it to its rightful owner. He practically delivered it to my door; if I didn't accept it, I'd be letting down my greedy and stingy father. I'd be betraying the Luo family's ancestral precepts.

"Brother, is what you say true? What is this thing called, and how do you use it?"

"This is the Qiankun House. Inside the Qiankun House are eighty-one palaces. We are currently in the Daiyan Pavilion. You even named it. This Qiankun House is a birthday gift bestowed upon you by your father. It is unique in the Six Realms. There is no way to use it. If you want it, it will be there; if you don't want it, it won't be there. It is at your mercy."

Hearing what he said, I was somewhat incredulous. Such a magical treasure was mine! I must have struck gold! It's just a pity, though. I was hoping to mass-produce it, but it seems impossible now. What a shame, such a real shame.

However, even though it cannot be mass-produced, it is still wonderful to have eighty-one palaces in one person.

"That's mine, it obeys my commands, how could it be in your hands? Are you making fun of me?" Although she knew she shouldn't say anything, the surprise was too sudden, making her unable to believe it and subconsciously doubting that it was real.

"Why don't you try and see?" The person looked at me with a hint of disdain, but still answered me. This person is so fickle, changing their tune every now and then; I really don't know which is true and which is false.

Although I was still somewhat skeptical, I did as instructed. With a thought, the Qiankun House vanished instantly; it really could be controlled.

Oh no, what's with this sudden feeling of weightlessness?

I don't know when, but I found myself in mid-air. After storing the Qiankun House, I fell from the sky. Just when I thought I was going to be smashed into a pulp, that person appeared and caught me, taking me up to a cloud.

The candlelight was natural, he possessed extraordinary treasures, stood in mid-air, flew on the wind, and rode the clouds. All these signs indicated that this person was not an ordinary mortal, but either a god or a demon.

Since it wasn't human, the possibility of it being sent by Ji Ruchen was ruled out. But her family was just a small Jianghu gang, and she herself was an ordinary, self-reliant village woman. Apart from knowing Ji Ruchen, the Crown Prince of Yi Kingdom, she had nothing special about her. There was absolutely no way she could have provoked such a god or demon.

Only then did I realize the gravity of the situation. I feared I was already something's meal.

Beauty and wealth can indeed bewitch people, blinding them to their true circumstances. For a money-grubber like me, infatuation with women is even more deadly. Ji Ruchen was a lesson, and my current situation is another.