Qin Yi waved his hand, and Lan Mo, knowing he was in the wrong, withdrew, gently closing the door behind him. As soon as he turned around, his handsome face changed, the previous tenderness vanishing. Lan Mo's expression darkened. It seemed he had to appease Qin Yi; without Qin Yi's assistance, he, the crown prince, was nothing more than a puppet.
The next day, Lan Kingdom was filled with joy because the Crown Prince was going to marry the Crown Princess. As the Crown Prince's strategist, Qin Yi stood in the crowd watching Lan Mo with a happy expression. He was about to lift the red curtain of the sedan chair to welcome Zhao Yulan, the youngest daughter of Prime Minister Zhao, a famous beauty in Lan Kingdom. It was said that her smile could make men fall in love without their consent.
Watching Lan Mo and his future Crown Princess walk hand in hand into the Crown Prince's residence, he felt a deep unease. He remembered how he had been captivated by Lan Mo's affectionate eyes, leading him back from the mountains to the mortal world. "Young Master Qin Yi" had always been a name praised by everyone in Lan Kingdom. He had achieved fame at a young age, even able to converse with the Emperor in the imperial court, drawing envy from countless people. Later, he longed for the carefree life of an immortal, so he retreated to the mountains. Then, three years ago, he met Lan Mo at the foot of Fairy Mountain. In just three months, he followed him to the capital, even going so far as to blacken his hands to fulfill Lan Mo's wish.
Three years ago.
At the foot of Fairy Mountain, there was a simple teahouse. Qin Yi sat at the table, drinking cheap tea and saying to Ruixue, the maid who had been serving him attentively, "I told you I was very tired from this trip. Look, my shoes are worn out."
Ruixue was a frail woman. She fanned herself with her hand and complained, "How can I not follow the young master? What if I get kidnapped by some wild woman on the road? If the master asks about it, I'll be beaten to death."
Qin Yi teased, "You little girl, you're talking nonsense. Our Qin family is a scholarly family, we wouldn't hold a grudge against a little girl. Besides, what wild woman would dare to seduce me?"
Ruixue said with a smile, "That's hard to say. Everyone knows that our young master Qin Yi is very elegant and his skin is more delicate than that of many girls. He is the envy of many women. Besides, our Qin family is very wealthy and powerful. There are many people who want to become in-laws with our young master."
Qin Yi pretended to be angry: "Hey, you're so quick-witted, you must be tired from talking so much. Sit down and have a cup of tea to soothe your throat."
Ruixue sat down happily, picked up the tea on the table and drank it. She was indeed thirsty, and even the inferior tea tasted exceptionally sweet.
Qin Yi continued, "I'll go up the mountain alone later. Since your shoes are broken, you can rest here. I'll come down before dark, and we'll rest in the town below for the night. I'll buy you a pair of shoes early tomorrow morning before we leave."
Just as Ruixue was about to speak, a very pleasant male voice rang out: "Hello, may I sit here?"
The two turned around, and the person stood in the sunlight, particularly eye-catching, especially his pair of deep, affectionate eyes, which seemed to draw people in.
Ruixue said bluntly, "Young master, there are so many empty seats here, why do you have to squeeze in with us?"
The man smiled and said politely, "Please don't be angry, young lady. The place is full of people. I'm going up the mountain soon and I'm really thirsty. I was just about to sit down and ask the shopkeeper for some tea. It won't bother you at all."
The two looked around and saw that the room was suddenly full of people. Qin Yi saw that Ruixue was about to speak again, so he spoke first, "When you're traveling, you should help each other if you can. Please sit here, young master." Ruixue pouted and looked to the other side.
The man put down what he was holding, sat down opposite Qin Yi, and ordered the shopkeeper to bring him a pot of fresh tea.
The man, holding a teapot, was about to pour Qin Yi a cup, but after Ruixue refused, he wasn't angry. He poured himself a cup, saying, "This tea isn't very good, but it's a good thirst quencher on this hot midday. Thank you both for the seats. May I ask your names? My name is Qin Mo."
Ruixue got excited when she heard this: "You impolite person actually has the surname Qin!"
Qin Mo smiled, raised his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Could it be that you two are also from the Qin family? What a coincidence."
Ruixue said, "There are plenty of people with the surname Qin in the world, what's the coincidence?"
Qin Yi said softly, "Ruixue, do not be rude."
Qin Mo sized up Qin Yi and said, "This young master has an extraordinary air about him. Could he be Young Master Qin Yi?"
Ruixue sighed and said, "Young Master is too famous. He can still be recognized even like this."
Qin Mo stood up and cupped his hands in greeting: "I have long admired your name, young master. It is truly an honor to meet you in person today."
Qin Yi waved for Qin Mo to sit down: "I only have a minor name, Young Master Qin is too kind."
Qin Mo sat down knowingly and poured Qin Yi a cup of tea: "I apologize for my rudeness earlier. May I ask what brings Young Master Qin Yi to Fairy Mountain?"
Ruixue interjected, "You're too curious. Let's drink the tea and then go our separate ways."
Qin Yi smiled and said, "Ruixue is rather childish, please don't take offense, Young Master Qin."
Qin Mo: "I dare not accept such a title. Young Master Qin Yi, just call me Qin Mo. In the Lan Kingdom, only you are worthy of the name 'Young Master'."
Ruixue said from the side, "You're smart to know what's good for you."
"Hey, get up and start banging the gong!"
"I'll start again in five minutes. You can go to the side first."
"Look at you, when you first came here you were a passionate immortal official, now you've turned into a troublemaker."
Zhao He held the golden gong in his hand. Li Jing was still making a fuss next to him. Zhao He couldn't stand it anymore and banged it three times. The large screen in front of him lit up.
The address is 121 Chunhe Road, and the owner's name is Jiang Sheng.
"Hurry up and go, or you'll get punished again if you come back late." Li Jing urged from the side, "You brat, why don't you hurry up and go? Once you're there, I can lie down and rest."
Zhao and his companion arrived at Chunhe Road, and as soon as they reached the door of No. 121, they heard cries and curses coming from inside, which were truly deafening.
Standing hidden in the corner, Zhao He was a newly recruited celestial official when he first arrived. Everything seemed new and exciting. But after a while, he thought, "Damn it, let whoever wants to do this job do it."
However, that lewd old Taoist Master Taixu took away two of his three souls, leaving him with only one. If he doesn't do his job as a celestial official in the Xuanmen sect well, he'll be reduced to ashes.
"That old, stinking deity tricked me into becoming a celestial official in the Xuanmen sect, saying that I could attain enlightenment if I cultivated well. His words were more appealing than his deeds, but every day is filled with trivial and absurd troubles; any celestial official would go crazy!"
Zhao He muttered to himself, but he still had to keep going. He quickly went into the room, grabbed his tools, and prepared to fight the monsters, then wait and see the results.
The room was filled with a great commotion. A woman with a graceful figure and beautiful appearance was standing next to a young man in a bathrobe, tears streaming down her face, yelling, "Who did you have to mess with? You dare to mess with your older brother!"
Seriously? This is so refreshing right from the start of the day.
The young man, not to be outdone, pushed her into a corner, only to be punched by a tall, burly man who yelled as he punched her, "You brat, who are you hitting? She's your mother, you need to respect her!"
The younger man, not to be outdone, kicked him in the corner.
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