The girl who had received the antidote picked up her teacup and took a small sip. The rising steam from the teacup brushed against her fair face and gradually dissipated.
She was still dressed as a man. Her hair was styled in a young master's bun, and she wore men's clothes. However, she did not futilely bind herself with yellow powder and a bodice, letting her effeminate face and proud breasts speak for themselves.
He Yunxiao looked at the girl in front of him, at her seemingly powerful yet alluring phoenix eyes, and at the enchanting beauty mark under her eyes, and he felt a deep sense of regret.
Why did I decide to give up on the girl who offered the antidote? Am I no longer attracted to women, or is she no longer pretty?
Then, a woman carrying a sword appeared quietly. She stood behind the girl who had given her the antidote without saying a word.
The woman concealed her cultivation level, and He Yunxiao, who was at the ninth rank, could not detect her strength at all.
He Yunxiao himself was a ninth-rank cultivator. If he couldn't sense it, the woman holding the sword must be a ninth-rank cultivator or even stronger.
Calm down, calm down.
Don't act impulsively.
The antidote is Meng Qingqian's confidante, a member of the Li family in Jiangnan. Given her cunning and ruthless nature, coupled with the power she wields, she's bound to be incredibly domineering in your relationship.
With his current strength, just preventing his wife Ziruo and Chuchu from clashing is already extremely difficult. Adding an uncontrollable antidote girl would inevitably lead to a "human-machine separation" outcome.
We still need to develop first and build up our strength.
I need to borrow money!
This was He Yunxiao's first time borrowing money from a girl, and he was a little awkward. "Ahem, Miss Li, you wouldn't come here without a reason. I'm here today to..."
Meng Qingqian put down her teacup and asked with a playful smile, "Want a book?"
Book?
Holy crap! She still remembers those few good-looking martial arts novels I buried under the tree?
Damn it, are you playing dirty tricks?
Are you trying to scam me?
He Yunxiao abandoned his initial fantasy about the antidote girl and focused on playing dumb. "Book? What book?"
Meng Qingqian studied He Yunxiao's expression and realized that he seemed to genuinely not know about the book.
"It's nothing, please continue."
After this encounter, He Yunxiao deeply understood what "bad intentions" meant, and decided to abandon the pretentious ways of maintaining appearances and observing proper etiquette. He needed to maintain his composure in front of his wives, Nan Zhu and Zi Ruo. But in front of Sister Jiang and the antidote girl, he couldn't afford to be.
"Oh. Then I'll say it, Miss Li, I need to borrow money."
Meng Qingqian frowned slightly.
She had assumed that He Yunxiao had come to see her late at night to retrieve those few uninteresting martial arts novels, never expecting that he had come to borrow money.
"You need to borrow money?"
He Yunxiao nodded. "Not bad."
Meng Qingqian didn't understand.
He and I are not related, so why would he ask me for money?
Has the Marquis's mansion become so strapped for cash that it needs He Yunxiao to step in and borrow money?
Is the Marquis's household in dire straits?
The betrothal gifts were doubled.
One betrothal gift is not enough to strain the Marquis's household, so is it double?
He Yuanhao is still trying to take advantage of me, insisting on demanding double the dowry.
Was his feigned agreement to marry Nam-joo in front of his mother just a pretense?
Why is Marquis Wuqing so determined to target me? What benefits can I possibly bring to the Marquis Wuqing's household?
Looking at the nonchalant attitude of the eldest son of the Marquis's family in front of her, Meng Qingqian still couldn't understand the important point of He Yunxiao's request for money.
Thinking too much for a while caused a slight headache.
He couldn't help but rub his temples.
He Yunxiao: ?
What does the girl with the antidote mean? Does she not want to lend it?
Meng Qingqian frowned and said, "Someone, bring me a plate of candied fruit."
The maidservant moved quickly, as if she had prepared it in advance, and a plate of sweet and sour candied fruit was placed on the tea table.
Meng Qingqian picked up the small tongs placed on the plate, took a piece, and ate it. Her headache was relieved a lot.
"What do you need the money for?" she asked He Yunxiao.
He Yunxiao didn't intend to hide it. Given the power of the girl who possessed the antidote, if she wanted to know, he wouldn't be able to hide it from her.
He spread his hands and said, "I'm planning to open a shop, but I'm short of money."
"Open a shop? You want to start a business?"
He Yunxiao nodded. "No?"
In ancient times, social classes were divided into scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants. Although merchants were wealthy, they held the lowest social status.
For the legitimate son of a noble family to go into business is no less than a financial tycoon immigrating from the United States to Mali, going through all that trouble and lowering his status. What's the point?
Meng Qingqian looked at He Yunxiao with a strange expression, "Okay."
He Yunxiao didn't mince words; his goal was clear. "If it's okay, then lend me the money."
"No, I won't lend it to you." Meng Qingqian refused decisively.
Although the Marquis of Wuqing's intentions are unclear, as is the purpose of He Yunxiao, the Marquis of Wuqing is ultimately Han Wenxin's man. Lending money to He Yunxiao? What is that if not aiding the enemy?
He Yunxiao: You won't lend it? Luckily, I was prepared.
He Yunxiao took out a wooden box from his pocket, placed it on the table, and slowly opened it facing the girl who had given him the antidote.
Inside the box, a handkerchief was neatly folded, as if it were some rare treasure.
Meng Qingqian was starting to lose her composure.
She took another candied fruit, popped it into her mouth, and chewed it vigorously!
He Yunxiao displayed the shrewdness of a businessman, "Miss Li, lend me the money, it's yours."
Meng Qingqian calmly asked, "What is this?"
He Yunxiao held up the box containing the handkerchief and showed it to everyone. "As you can see, it's just an ordinary handkerchief."
"I am not interested in handkerchiefs."
He Yunxiao remained calm. "This handkerchief may be ordinary, but it has a story. It was one morning in the garden of Deer Antler Academy, a woman..."
Meng Qingqian closed her eyes and said, "Everyone, go down. Jian Ling, you go out too."
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