The people in the Yuan household assumed that it was the second young mistress, Qiao Zhen, who had fallen ill from missing the second young master late at night, and that was why she was reciting love poems on the wall in a melancholy manner. Old Master Yuan and his wife also knew that their son was not appreciating his good fortune, so they turned a blind eye to the matter.
Qiao Zhen's inner monologue: Come on~ Let's have some fun~ We have plenty of time anyway~
The demonic cult leader, sitting on another wall, had an interest in his eyes. He leaned back against the wall, propped his head up with his elbow, and fanned himself lightly with a folding fan in his other hand. Perhaps it was a bit chilly in the April evening, because he paused and threw the fan away.
"That's interesting..."
Qiao Zhen was caught off guard and hit on the forehead with a folding fan. She leaned back to dodge but forgot she was on a wall, so she tragically made intimate contact with the ground. She got up to pick up the fan from the ground, and angrily put her hands on her hips, yelling, "Who the hell did this?!"
The leader of the Demonic Sect rose and stood on the wall where Qiao Zhen had just sat. His white robes fluttered in the wind, and under the bright moonlight, they accentuated his air of wanting to ride the wind and return home.
Qiao Zhen had experienced countless worlds, from bloodthirsty demon cult leaders dressed in red to those dressed in black with a somber face and eerie eyes, and even those whose faces were wrinkled like chrysanthemums. But what was this demon cult leader with the air of an immortal being in front of him? Had he wandered into the wrong movie set?
"Master, is there anything interesting over there?" Qiao Zhen craned her neck to look around.
The leader of the demonic sect spun and landed, holding a snow-white petal between two fingers. "Two thousand one hundred taels, gold."
Qiao Zhen pulled out a stack of silver notes from his pocket with deep disgust, and then reluctantly handed them to the leader of the Demonic Sect.
The leader of the demonic sect reached out and took it, and even tugged at Qiao Zhen for a few rounds until his dark eyes swept over Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen's heart skipped a beat. She immediately let go of the silver note in her hand, then grabbed the Demonic Sect Leader's hand and easily snatched the petals of the Amber Ice Lotus.
The Demonic Sect Leader smirked smugly. "The petals of the Amber Ice Lotus wither after six hours." He raised his arm and calculated with his fingers. "It has been five hours and three quarters of an hour since then."
Qiao Zhen was nearly scared out of her wits. The flower petals she had bought with 2,100 taels of gold only lasted for 15 minutes. Once those 15 minutes were up, her 2,100 taels of gold would be wasted. Without saying a word, she climbed over the wall and flew with all her might towards Yuan Zhao's courtyard.
The leader of the demonic sect watched her receding figure, lowered his eyes, and then disappeared from the spot.
Qiao Zhen, who has a terrible sense of time, hurriedly went to the courtyard, then picked up the fast-sleeping Yuan Zhao and stuffed the petals of the Amber Ice Lotus into his mouth without a second thought.
"Swallow it quickly!" Qiao Zhen urged him.
Yuan Zhao didn't understand what she wanted to do, so he swallowed the entire petal.
Qiao Zhen patted her chest, took a breath, and sat down on the stool, massaging her legs. "Thank goodness, I made it in time."
Yuan Zhao covered his mouth, then suddenly released his grip and coughed violently, spitting out entire petals of the Amber Ice Lotus.
Qiao Zhen picked up the petal without caring about the saliva on it and stuffed it into Yuan Zhao's mouth. Just as the petal got close to Yuan Zhao's mouth, it withered quickly.
“!” Her eyes widened in fury.
Yuan Zhao looked at Qiao Zhen in a daze, then at the withered petals. He reached out and shook Qiao Zhen's arm, but Qiao Zhen seemed to be frozen in place. He panicked and shook Qiao Zhen's body even more vigorously.
Qiao Zhen, suffering a double blow, was on the verge of tears. Yuan Zhao hadn't spat out flower petals; he'd spat out two thousand one hundred taels of gold! What a tragedy!
"It's all your fault! Why did you cough it up after you swallowed it?!" Qiao Zhen broke free from Yuan Zhao's clutches and shook Yuan Zhao's body with all her might.
Yuan Zhao was so shaken that he was somewhat delirious. "No, I didn't swallow it. It's stuck here, and it hurts." As he spoke, he put his finger in his mouth, trying to point it out to Qiao Zhen.
No matter what, Qiao Zhen dared not confront the mission target, and could only swallow her blood and tears. "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a petal, we can't do anything else."
Yuan Zhao watched as Qiao Zhen comforted him, but then looked like she was about to cry herself, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
"You must always remember how good I've been to you, sister-in-law," Qiao Zhen said affectionately, holding Yuan Zhao's large hand. Unfortunately, she overlooked one thing: Yuan Zhao didn't know those were petals of the Amber Ice Lotus, nor did he know that Qiao Zhen had spent two thousand one hundred taels of gold to acquire them. Two thousand one hundred taels of gold was almost all of her personal wealth.
Yuan Zhao nodded, puzzled, and then asked, "Will there be extra meals at every meal from now on?"
Qiao Zhen's affectionate expression vanished, replaced by a cold laugh: "No, not only will we not get extra food, but we'll be eating vegetables every day from now on."
Yuan Zhao's face instantly fell, feeling like he couldn't survive without meat, especially after Qiao Zhen fed him meat every day.
Regardless of how rich Yuan Zhao's inner world was, Qiao Zhencai went back and started thinking about how to live her life from now on. Moreover, the original owner's memories were not of much help to her mission, which meant that she would have to rely on herself.
What others often consider impossible, once successful, could very well lead to the trend of the times.
Recently, a wealthy man wanted to create a transparent wall, so Qiao Zhen bet his last few hundred taels of silver on it.
The rich have no shortage of money, and when they look for partners, it's not necessarily for the money; more likely, they're simply searching for like-minded heroes. And this so-called hero is none other than Qiao Zhen.
"Boss Song, although I'm only investing a few hundred taels, this is all my savings!" Qiao Zhen said solemnly.
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