CHAPTER 42
Sheng Qing's memory was still stuck on the scene of giving Blake a breather and falling into a drowsy sleep. How did she suddenly find herself being pulled out of the water, soaking wet, and then surrounded by a group of women in gorgeous clothes looking terrified?
What happened?
"If anything happens to the young lady, you'll be held responsible!" A slightly older woman scolded several handsome young men dressed in light clothing. Seeing Sheng Xing wake up, the woman changed her expression, forcing a smile as she pushed through the crowd, "My dear young lady, thank goodness you're alright, you scared me to death."
"Me?" Sheng asked vaguely, turning her head to look at everyone. A young girl next to her gently wiped away the remaining water droplets on her face with a handkerchief.
"Young Miss, let's go change our clothes first, so we don't catch a cold." A group of people carefully escorted Sheng Qing into the house. When the young men saw Sheng Qing pass by, they quickly knelt down, looking timid.
"Hmph! You dodged so quickly just now, and now you know you were wrong?" The older woman glanced at her. "Miss, don't worry, I'll sell them off in a bit and pick out a few more handsome and well-behaved ones for you."
Sheng Qing took the thick towel handed to him by the young girl next to him and covered himself with it. He paused for a moment, completely unaware of what was going on.
"Young Miss, it's all my fault for dodging too quickly, causing you to fall into the water. I deserve to die, please punish me, please don't send me away." Upon hearing the older woman's words, one of the extremely handsome young men turned pale instantly and hurriedly crawled closer on his knees, prostrating himself and pressing his face against Sheng Qing's shoes.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, and remained completely silent.
Startled by this action, Sheng Qing took a step back in surprise, but the young man quickly followed, looking up with a pair of pitiful eyes.
Sheng Qing looked at the older woman for help: "Selling them isn't necessary..."
"Of course, we'll follow Miss's orders." The woman quickly replied, glancing at the kneeling people. "Hurry up and thank Miss!"
Sheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to look around. Observing the people's clothing, the furnishings in the courtyard, and the exterior of the house, it was easy to draw a conclusion: perhaps she had transmigrated again. She still appeared to be wearing the same clothes as before. Sheng Qing watched helplessly as the servants took away her original clothes. Suddenly, she spoke up to stop them: "Wait, those clothes cannot be thrown away. Wash them and bring them back."
"Yes, Miss," the servant replied obsequiously.
With the help of several young girls, Sheng Qing quickly changed into a clean set of clothes. The clothes worn by wealthy people were indeed different; the quality, the material, the feel of them—he touched them several times before finally letting go, satisfied.
"What's your name?" Sheng Qing gently nudged the girl wiping her face.
"My name is Su Su, Miss." The girl named Su Su replied with her head still down, not daring to overstep her bounds.
"Su Su, stay. Everyone else, step back." Sheng Qing pushed everyone aside, intending to listen to Su Su's explanation.
While listening to Su Su's detailed explanation, Sheng Qing secretly tried to summon elemental power.
Strange, strange, why is the elemental power not obeying my commands again?
"Huh?" Sheng Qing exclaimed in confusion.
Su Su, who was already looking cautious, immediately stopped talking.
"Why did you stop talking?" Sheng Qing asked. According to Su Su, she is now the only daughter of Sheng Zhilin, the city lord of Jin Guo City, and also the future city lord's successor.
"Young Miss, did Su Su say something wrong and offend you?" Su Su didn't look up, but instead knelt down with a thud.
Tsk! Looks like I still have a bad temper. Sheng Qing silently complained, but it wasn't all bad.
"Continue," Sheng Qing said, feigning aloofness. He then secretly checked the state of his sea of consciousness. Fortunately, everything was normal. Perhaps he had just unintentionally stumbled into some secret realm.
"Sister?" A sweet voice called from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and a pretty young girl peeked out.
Wasn't she supposed to be an only child? How come she has a younger sister?
Sheng Qing cast a questioning look at Su Su, who returned the same puzzled look.
"Sister?" The girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old and was as beautiful as a flower. As soon as she entered the room, she affectionately took Sheng Qing's arm and waved to Su Su, who was kneeling, with the air of a hostess. "You go out first. I want to have a private talk with my sister."
"Yes, young mistress." Su Su bowed again before leaving the room.
Young mistress? Whose young mistress?
Sheng Qing was startled, but she tried her best to control her furrowed brows and put on a calm and composed demeanor.
"Su Su has such a sweet tongue." The girl praised with a coquettish smile, "But I'm about to become your wife, are you happy, sister?" The fragrance wafted over even before the kiss, and the girl quickly kissed Sheng Qing's cheek.
What the hell? If she wasn't mistaken, this young girl was about to become her wife?
Was she just playing hide-and-seek with a group of handsome young men? Sheng Qing's sexual orientation is perfectly normal; she likes men, and at the very least, only someone like Meng Yunxi is worthy of her. Hmm, perhaps her standards are a bit too high?
Sheng Qing could no longer hold back; the corners of his mouth and eyes twitched simultaneously.
The girl seemed to have seen something interesting and stared at Sheng Qing, giggling. After a while, she stopped laughing, put on a wronged expression, and said, "Sister, how could you change your mind so quickly? You used to really like Yin Yin."
Sheng Qing stiffly pulled his hand out of the girl's arms, moved his body to the side, and cleared his throat awkwardly: "Yinyin, I, I just accidentally fell into the water, and my mind is still a mess. Let me rest for a while."
"Hmph! Sister must have been bewitched by some young man again." Yinyin said coquettishly, her tone tinged with jealousy.
Huh? So I'm bisexual? Am I really that into men and women? Am I playing this high game?
"Yinyin, I really didn't. Can you let me have some peace and quiet?" Sheng Qing forced a smile, pushed the girl named Yinyin out the door, locked the door, and then slumped into the armchair with a sense of relief.
A disgruntled voice drifted from outside the door: "My sister is a heartless woman. Don't think I don't know you were just flirting with that young man. Humph, I'm going to go see just how good-looking he is."
As the sound faded into the distance, Sheng Qing waited a while before gently opening the door a crack and waving to Su Su, who was a few meters away from the door.
Hearing the door open, Su Su met Sheng Qing's gaze, understood, and approached softly, asking, "Miss, is there anything you need?"
"Come in." Sheng Qing lowered his voice, glancing left and right to make sure no one else was there before opening the door a crack, allowing Su Su to squeeze in.
Just as Sheng Qing was about to close the door, a small, slender hand slipped through the crack and stopped the door from closing.
"Sister, you're being naughty." It was a sweet, girlish voice. "You just chased me away, and now you're secretly planning to do something bad again."
Sheng Qing was exasperated. What mischief had she gotten herself into? She had only wanted Su Su to give her a little more general knowledge about the place.
"Sigh, Yinyin isn't the petty type. It's normal for women to be fickle." The pretty young Yinyin leaned closer and smiled mischievously. "Leave this to Yinyin. She'll definitely make you happy, sister." She even winked at Sheng Qing as she spoke.
How could she be so fickle? Why is she leaving everything to you? Never mind, it's always better to refuse first.
"I didn't, don't do anything reckless!" Sheng Qing's explanation sounded completely unconvincing.
Without looking back, the girl Yinyin strode away from the courtyard.
Sheng Qing turned around and glanced helplessly at Su Su, whose expression was flustered.
No way, could it be that she actually made a move on the woman next door?
"Don't be afraid, I'm not interested in you." Sheng Qing saw the other person's expression turn frightened and took a barely perceptible half-step back. But after glancing up at her expression, she mustered her courage, stood still, lowered her head, and pursed her lips, looking as if she were ready to be taken.
No, the original owner of this body really had this fetish?
Sheng Qing rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.
"Please sit down first." He gestured to a chair a little further away, indicating for Su Su to sit down. Sheng Qing himself slowly sat down in the armchair. "My mind hasn't been working properly since I fell into the water. Tell me what happened."
Su Su first looked at Sheng Qing suspiciously, and seeing that she really had no improper thoughts about her, she moved her feet and sat down on the chair, but she still seemed very reserved.
With Sheng Qing's patient persuasion, Su Su finally believed that she simply wanted to understand the situation and was about to explain.
Suddenly, something unexpected happened outside the door. A sharp blade pierced through the door and hurtled straight towards Sheng Qing's face with lightning speed, instantly filling the air with murderous intent. Sheng Qing's body lurched slightly as he barely dodged it, but before he could even see clearly, another sharp blade followed closely behind.
In a flash, Sheng Qing quickly got up, kicked over the armchair, and crouched down behind it. At the same time, he threw the objects on the table next to him haphazardly toward the door, where they bumped into the woman who was peeking in.
The woman, dressed in a light gray outfit, moved with remarkable grace, leaning back and sideways, using the furniture as cover to leap and dodge the objects thrown by Sheng Qing.
Sheng Qing glanced at Su Su, who had already fainted from fright and collapsed not far from the doorway, and cursed inwardly.
The woman in the tight-fitting clothes ignored them and, without anyone noticing, produced a soft sword and charged straight at Sheng Qing with a clear objective.
Is this for real? No way! Sheng Qing was startled and quickly glanced around, but there was no suitable weapon.
My gaze inadvertently swept over the bookshelf. This wasn't my fault, Sheng Qing thought. He lifted the armchair with both hands, aimed it at the woman in the tight-fitting clothes, and pushed it forward with all his might. Then, hunching over, he rushed to the bookshelf, picking out thick, heavy books and throwing them at the woman without a second thought.
The woman in the tight-fitting clothes must have been someone who cherished books, as she changed the stance of her soft sword to avoid damaging them.
Damn it, what kind of lousy book is so precious that it's more important than the daughter of the city lord and the future heir to the city lord?
Sheng Qing silently complained, then suddenly a doubt arose: with such an arrogant assassin in the courtyard, why didn't the guards come to rescue him?
Taking advantage of the woman in the tight-fitting clothes being distracted and unwilling to damage the books, Sheng Qing moved to the window, pushed it open, and was about to call for help.
Huh? The courtyard outside the window was filled with a group of women dressed in similar tight-fitting clothes, and a woman in light purple clothes with a heroic air was sitting in the middle, meeting Sheng Qing's gaze with a smug smile.
Are you kidding me?
Sheng Qing was speechless and about to start cursing when he saw the woman's gaze pass over his shoulder.
Oh no! Sheng Qing didn't have time to turn around. He immediately ducked down and then slammed the inkstone on the desk behind him. Perhaps he was angered by the woman watching the show so leisurely. Sheng Qing used a bit too much force. Instead of hearing the inkstone shatter when it hit the ground, he heard a muffled groan.
Turning around, I saw the woman in the tight-fitting clothes holding a soft sword in one hand and an inkstone in the other, her hand covering her chest, her face showing pain.
"It's not fair, I have no weapon!" Sheng Qingyi shouted to the woman in the courtyard while climbing up to the window and jumping down.
"Give it to her." The woman in light purple clothes gave the order, and before Sheng Qing could even see whose clothes had moved, a large sword was thrown over.
"Hiss!" Sheng Qing couldn't help but exclaim. This sword was too heavy. If it weren't for her strong physique and diligent training, she probably wouldn't even be able to lift a greatsword.
"Come on!" The woman in light purple suddenly stood up, raised another greatsword and thrust it straight at Sheng Qing's face, chuckling softly, "Let's have a go at it, mother and daughter!"
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