Chuxia felt puzzled for a moment, looking at the young master… Why was he so easy to talk to now? But treasure hunting isn’t that simple, is it? She didn’t want to go to her death…
“Stay at Jun Manor, and be careful,” the young master said softly. “Now, only you and I know where ‘Shanshui Yao’ is. You saw the assassin’s methods yesterday; such incidents might happen daily from now on.” He paused, observing her pale face, and smiled slightly, “But I’ll have the steward take good care of you.”
Chuxia’s throat tightened with a bitter taste, and she timidly said, “Young master, could you let Ah Qing stay with me?”
“He will naturally come with me,” the young master turned away, not looking at her, “Oh, by the way, has Ah Qing told you about the traitor within Jun Manor?” After a moment.
“Young master, I will go with you! You’ll have someone to take care of you on the road!” Chuxia declared heroically, “Chuxia fears no hardship, no death!”
“Are you sure you won’t regret it?”
“No regrets.”
“If you talk about it later, will you say I forced you?”
“I am willing.”
The young master still faced away, his smile unseen by her, “Alright, then prepare yourself.”
Chuxia responded, about to leave when she heard a guard announce from outside, “Young master, Lady Baixue is at the door.”
The young master slightly furrowed his brows, then after a moment said, “Let her in.”
Chuxia glanced at the young master, seeing he didn’t intend for her to leave, she stood aside. Baixue entered and bowed gracefully to the young master, softly asking, “Is the young master leaving Cangzhou?”
The young master didn’t ask her to rise, merely saying, “How did you know I was leaving Jun Manor?”
“While wandering in the manor, Baixue saw the servants preparing ‘Electric Light’ for you in the back stable.” Baixue looked up, her beautiful eyes shining, “If the young master is leaving Jun Manor, could I join you?”
Chapter Twelve: The young master’s eyes were profoundly deep, tapping the desk with his slender fingers, “Traveling in the martial world is not like the luxury of the garden.”
Baixue smiled, “Simple meals… as long as I’m by the young master’s side, it’s all good.”
