“Then I would guess… the person who sent this ‘Mountain and River Ballad’ surely had no good intentions.” Chuxia continued, “Who would be foolish enough to give away such a grand gift for no reason? By doing so, the purpose of the previous two lavish gifts becomes clear: they want everyone to know that the treasure map is now in the hands of the Young Master.”
The Young Master’s eyes showed increasing admiration as he sighed softly, “Girl, do you still remember that nursery rhyme? It’s just an ordinary song, yet it has become so widespread. That in itself is quite strange.”
“Young Master, what exactly can one find with this treasure map?” Chuxia was very curious, “A lot of money? Or… the martial arts manuals that you martial artists care about most?”
The Young Master playfully tweaked her nose and laughed, “How would I know?”
Chuxia pouted, “What harm would there be in telling me? I spend my days looking at these scrolls; every time I close my eyes, I see mountains, rivers, and clouds everywhere. Besides, I can’t beat you in a fight, and my indenture is still in your hands. It’s not like I could compete with you for it, right?”
The Young Master genuinely laughed, “I really don’t know.”
Chuxia studied him for a long time, then said dejectedly, “Even the Young Master doesn’t know?”
“I only heard my father mention the name ‘Mountain and River Ballad’ when I was very young. Back then, no one found the treasure, and the matter gradually faded. Those were distant, ethereal tales, only brought to mind recently when I heard you sing that nursery rhyme,” the Young Master said slowly. “At that time, my father also mentioned that few knew about the treasure hunt. Now, over a decade has passed; those of that generation have either retired or passed away, yet the song has become even more popular, which is somewhat suspicious.”
Chuxia breathed a sigh of relief, laughing, “Well, that’s good then. At most, people will think the Young Master got a famous painting, and we can make a fortune quietly!”
