She quickly pushed the door open, standing by his side again, silent. “Did I ask you to stand here like a potted plant?” Ye An looked up from his book, his gaze fixed on Chuxia, asking softly. “I… I was afraid of disturbing you,” Chuxia opened her mouth, her tone a mix of confusion and concern. “What would the master like me to do?”
“Can you read people’s expressions? In your free time, chat with me, when I’m busy, prepare ink and tea. Can you do that?” Chuxia was momentarily speechless, then disheartened, “That’s too hard, Master. I might overstep, and you’d blame me.”
“I’m not blaming you now.” Ye An chuckled. “Tell me, to whom did your father promise you?”
“I… I’d rather not say.” Chuxia pouted, somewhat unwillingly. “It’s a servant’s private matter.”
Ye An laughed softly; he didn’t really know why he enjoyed teasing this girl. In terms of looks, she was not stunning, just plain pretty. But her eyes were exceptional: quiet as autumn water when silent, lively and spirited when speaking, black and white clear, touching one’s heart with just a glance. After speaking a few words, Chuxia felt less constrained and mustered the courage to ask, “Young Master, I have a question I’d like to ask you.”
“Hmm?” The young master elongated his tone slightly, his voice sounding a bit lazy.
“Young Master, did you eliminate the bandits in Gankuang Road?”
Young Master Ye An looked up, slightly surprised. “How did you find out?”
“I once heard people arguing in a tea house. Some said the Young Master wiped out horse bandits on Gankuang Road, while others claimed he solved a mysterious case in Huzhou Prefecture.” Chuxia smiled. “But I know for sure, the Young Master must have gone to Gankuang.”
These two events were indeed widely discussed in the martial world, but Young Master Ye An never explained, always letting people speculate. Only his close confidants like Cang Qianlang knew the truth. Now, hearing Chuxia mention it, he couldn’t help but be curious.
