Shen Zhiyi pouted.
He answered the question she was least interested in.
He didn't answer a single question about money!
She got up listlessly and moved away from him.
"Miss, we've arrived."
The carriage stopped in front of the Shen residence. Dui'er got out of the carriage and called out from outside the curtain.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at Qingyuan's legs, her eyes flickering slightly.
Legend has it that if a merman forcibly transforms into legs before his demonic power has healed, every step he takes on land will feel as painful as walking on a knife's edge.
If that's really the case...
Wouldn't that cause him to lose his little pearls in pain?!
Shen Zhiyi's heart began to pound.
She touched the abacus at her waist, composed herself, stopped looking at him, and got out of the car.
Qingyuan watched her retreating figure, his knuckles twitching slightly. Just as he was about to speak, the curtain suddenly fell.
Qingyuan: ...
He lowered his gaze, glanced at his legs, and pursed his thin lips.
The steward of the Shen family came over with several burly men.
"Miss, is Lord Poseidon in the carriage? I brought eight men with me; that should be enough to carry him down, right?"
Upon hearing this from inside the carriage, Qingyuan's eyes lit up.
“No need,” Shen Zhiyi said. “He has grown legs now and can get down by himself.”
Qingyuan: ...
The group waited outside the carriage for quite a while, but no one came down.
Shen Zhiyi grew anxious.
Just as I was about to lift the curtain, a cold, cloud-like hand parted it.
Qingyuan bent down and got out of the car.
His expression showed no sign of anything amiss.
In the sunlight, he stood tall, with white hair and a wide robe, and seemed to be surrounded by a faint glow.
Her temperament was extraordinary.
But those eyes, serene and deep blue, glanced over so casually, yet they seemed to possess immense power, pressing down on people and making them inexplicably apprehensive.
Shen Zhiyi's heart was pounding.
strangeness……
Could there be an error in the ancient records?
Doesn't he feel any pain at all?
She shook her head in surprise and said to Qingyuan, "Lord Qingyuan, please come into the mansion first."
Qingyuan glanced at her but still didn't say anything.
Shen Zhiyi instructed the steward to prepare a side room, led the people there, and then went into the room herself.
She needs to find out how to make him cry.
But as soon as he returned to his courtyard, the steward rushed in with a startled cry.
"Miss! Something terrible has happened!"
"Lord Poseidon has fainted!"
Shen Zhiyi was surprised and turned to run over.
Sure enough, they saw Qingyuan lying on the ground, his lips completely bloodless, and the legs that had just materialized had disappeared, turning back into a fish tail, which was weakly patting the ground.
Oh no, there's a severe water shortage!
"Quick! Close the gates and take him to the hot spring in the backyard!"
The butler immediately complied.
Seven or eight strong men carried Qingyuan together and quickly submerged him in the pool.
Shen Zhiyi stood nervously by the pool, carefully observing the man in the water while holding a handkerchief.
He seemed to come alive as soon as he entered the water.
Clothes vanished instantly, and the fishtail spread out.
Her long hair shimmered with a beautiful silvery-moon luster as it floated in the water, and pretty pale blue lines appeared on her forehead.
The color of her lips gradually turned rosy.
But his eyes remained closed.
Shen Zhiyi watched as his skin gradually changed from pale white to light pink and then red.
She was shocked and squatted down to check the water temperature.
broken!
Is it because the temperature is too high?
Did they scald someone until they looked like boiled fish?!
"Quick! Get him out of the water!" she hurriedly called to the housekeeper. "Prepare buckets! Cold water!"
The housekeeper immediately went to prepare water.
Together with Dui'er, Shen Zhiyi and Dui'er hurriedly directed the strong men to pull the person out of the hot spring water.
To prevent the news from leaking out, she ordered someone to put the bucket in her room.
Once Qingyuan was soaked in the water, the color on his body finally faded from a scalding red to a light pink, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Miss, please wipe your sweat."
Dui'er took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Shen Zhiyi's forehead.
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