Mu Wanwan had no idea that her behavior of saving on rice would bring such a severe psychological shock to Mr. Long. She was exhausted by the day's work. After boiling some water for herself and Mr. Long to wash up, she counted all her and Mr. Long's belongings, and poked Mr. Long's arm with some embarrassment. "Mr. Long, let me tell you, I won't give you any more spirit stones tonight."

Her voice was soft, poking Mr. Long's eardrum.

"Although you are unconscious now, you would be troubled if the spiritual energy was suddenly cut off." Mu Wanwan thought, "We are very poor now. I plan to go out to buy some burning grass seeds tomorrow. When I make money, I will give you spiritual stones, lots of them, and buy you some very good supplements..." Mu Wanwan couldn't

help laughing as she spoke. She looked at Mr. Long's expression, which had become a little fierce without her knowing when, and felt a little sympathetic. "Mr. Long, your brows are always wrinkled. Does it hurt..."

She looked at his frowning brows and couldn't help reaching out to smooth them out. She stroked them gently, then suddenly realized what she was doing and withdrew her hand with a red face.

Mu Wanwan felt her fingertips were a little hot. She felt that she was so shameless. She was taking advantage of Mr. Long and poking his face when he was unconscious. This was not good, not good.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Long, I didn't mean to touch you."

Mu Wanwan apologized again, but Mr. Long didn't respond. So she became bolder and tucked in the quilt for him, blew out the light, and said, "Good night, Mr. Long."

Mu Wanwan fell asleep quickly, unaware that her actions and words made Mr. Long feel guilty and painful. She had a particularly beautiful dream. In the dream, she earned a lot of spirit stones and piled all the crystal clear spirit stones next to Mr. Long. She watched those spirit stones slowly turn into spiritual energy and float into Mr. Long's body, and then Mr. Long became bigger and bigger...

Then, she woke up.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head, thinking that she must be too tired recently. Mr. Long beside her was breathing steadily, and he looked no different from last night. It was just dawn outside.

She had something on her mind, so she got up in a hurry. Thinking that she had to get up early for her first trip out, she didn't prepare any food. She simply washed the two of them, took the half bag of seeds and a piece of firewood in the yard, and took almost all of her belongings out.

The Tyrant's Mansion is very large and rectangular. The Tyrant's bedroom is located in the deepest part of the mansion. Further in is a high mountain, which is also a forbidden area. I don't know if it's because she was being monitored all the time, but not long after Mu Wanwan walked out of the bedroom, someone blocked her way.

The person who came was an acquaintance she had met once before, the little maid who had slapped Bai Shuiyao hard that day. She looked at Mu Wanwan with a smile and made a fairly polite salute, "Where are you going so early, Madam?"

Mu Wanwan also smiled at her, "I want to go to the market, you..."

The little maid saw her embarrassment, "Madam, just call me Hongye."

"Hongye." Mu Wanwan had a good impression of this little maid, but she felt a little embarrassed when she heard her name was Hongye. She guessed that Hongye was Qingye's sister. She had seen that this maid disliked Bai Shuiyao so much before, and she thought that this maid liked Qingye...

"If Madam wants to go today, she will have to go out ten days later. Do you really want to go out today?" Hongye asked.

"Yes." Mu Wanwan nodded.

"Okay, Madam, it's a bit far from here to the nearest market, Madam, I will take you out, please wait here for a moment." Hongye said and ran away quickly.

Soon, Mu Wanwan heard the sound of "tapping" in her ears, and she was a little happy, thinking that there was a carriage to ride. When she turned around, she saw Hongye driving the ox cart and waved at her, "Madam, get on the cart, this ox is very docile."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

It turned out that there was an ox cart in the mansion. Mu Wanwan put on the hat that Hongye handed to her and sat on the cart and complained silently.

Hongye asked while driving the ox cart, "Madam, there are three large markets near the mansion. Which one do you want to go to?"

Mu Wanwan was a little dazed. She had only lived in a small place under the tyrant's territory before and knew nothing about the markets around the tyrant's mansion. She said a little embarrassedly, "Hongye, could you please tell me which markets there are?"

Hongye turned her head and looked at her meaningfully, "Madam, don't you know?"

Mu Wanwan choked, thought of something, gritted her teeth, took out a low-grade spirit stone from her pocket and handed it to Hongye, "Hongye, thank you for your help."

Hongye smiled at her and said, "Madam, you are so polite," but she still took the spirit stone and put it in her pocket.

"The dragon market is the closest, but the things sold there are very expensive. A little further away there is a market run by humans and dwarves. The smallest and most run-down market belongs to the elves." Hongye said, "Madam, it's best for you to go to the market of the elves."

"Why not go to the markets of humans and dwarves?" Mu Wanwan was a little confused. In his original memory, the elves in his father's territory were particularly xenophobic, while humans and dwarves seemed to be better.

"Madam, you don't know that although the elves are somewhat xenophobic, they are noble and disdain to bully the weak, and the things they sell are also cheap." Hongye chuckled, "We servants usually go to the elves' market."

"But it depends on your needs. If you want to buy some textiles and vegetables, go to the elves' market. If you want to go to an auction house or want to buy precious things, go to the dragon market. The humans and dwarves go to the weapons and black market, or buy some slaves."

Hongye was quite honest and told Mu Wanwan everything he knew, "Which one do you want to go, Madam?"

"Let's go to the elves." Mu Wanwan thought that she was very poor now, and she originally wanted to buy seeds. The elves are good at planting, and she is also a wood cultivator. Maybe she can find some seeds there.

"Okay." Hongye didn't waste time, "It will take about an hour to get there from here. Madam, please don't take off your hat."

Mu Wanwan nodded gloomily, secretly guessing that the hat was probably to prevent her identity from being discovered?

The ox cart gradually moved away from the bedroom. Mu Wanwan couldn't help turning her head to look at the palace that looked majestic but extremely desolate outside. She silently said "Mr. Long" in her heart -

just as she was about to go out, she missed him a little.

Will he be bullied if she leaves for a day?

She locked the door, so it should be fine.

When the ox cart left the Tyrant's Mansion from the side door, Ao Qin, who occupied the palace near the main gate, slowly opened his eyes.

His consciousness could spread to almost the entire Tyrant's Mansion, like an invisible eye, watching Mu Wanwan sitting in the ox cart and driving towards the elves' territory.

"Sir, do you want to send someone to protect the lady?" asked the Black Dragon's confidant who was kneeling below.

Ao Qin pointed his finger and said coldly, "No need."

It's just a prop used to save face, so it dies.