I turned back to stare at Yi Qing. He was lying! His family definitely wasn’t some ordinary Central Plains household! That casual reference—only the Hong family or Cold Family Fortress would say “just agarwood”!
Uncomfortable under my stare, Yi Qing’s handsome face turned slightly red: “Did I say something wrong, miss?”
“Nothing.” Brought back to my senses, I sighed and sat down dejectedly. He remembered nothing, so asking would be pointless.
Looking at the butterfly flying towards us, I realized this guy truly deserved to be the number one “noble” young master of Jiangnan, with every piece of his attire seemingly the cream of the crop.
As he was about to sit down, I rushed up and grabbed him: “How did you come to think that… uh…” I suddenly didn’t know how to express myself. Should I admit I’m a cat demon? If it were me, I’d accept it, but the problem is—I’m not!
The noble young master turned back: “Such a beautiful woman attracting so many outstanding men, it’s hard not to think otherwise.”
I was surprised; I had thought he was smart and observant, but it turns out he’s just a superstitious fool!
He led us away, and we quickly forgot the previous topic, the cherry orchard soon bustling with laughter.
“Qingyun, go prepare several large baskets,” Mu Jiyu called, sunlight tracing his smile.
The young servant retreated and returned with baskets labeled with our names for recording the competition results.
A cherry suddenly shot out, targeting Feng Qingyin, who was picking cherries quickly. Hmph, let you pick faster than me!
Focused on his task, Feng Qingyin was caught off guard by the ambush, causing his cherries to fall. He looked back, saw my smile, and retaliated with a cherry of his own.
I wasn’t caught off guard; I gripped the tree trunk, dodging his cherry by rotating under it.
“Ah—who sneak attacked me?”
We both paused and then burst into laughter.
It turned out Xiao Zizi was picking cherries behind me and was ambushed by Feng Qingyin!
Hearing our laughter, Xiao Zizi poked his head out from the leaves, his furrowed brow relaxing into a brilliant smile that made us stop laughing, looking at him warily. He raised his hand, holding a few cherries, poised to flick them.
