I nodded: “Yes!” Mo Ran quickly hid in a corner, drawing circles. Suddenly, he stood up, pointing at me, trembling: “You… you’re a woman?!” I managed to stand up, pretending to be calm. “If I’m a woman, then you’re not a man.”
Recalling this made me laugh, “Ha? You actually believed what I randomly said that night? You’re too funny!” Mo Ran looked at me like a wronged child, “Daddy, you tricked me! So you’re not my dad, but my mom!” I nearly spat blood, “When did I say I was your mom!”
“Furious, I leaped with my lightness kung fu, flying out of the imperial palace, thus beginning my journey of fleeing from justice.
(Someone named Ling: Haha, Little Han Han is naughty, fleeing from justice… Female Lead: Go away! Don’t interrupt my work! Now that I’ve escaped, what will Shang do? And what about Mo Ran? Hehe, all will be revealed in the next chapter!)
[Volume One – Encounter: Chapter Eleven – Familiar Stranger.]
I’ll say my lightness kung fu was no joke, bouncing and jumping to Qingyang Town in Zhen Ming Kingdom. The first time I heard the town’s name, I almost died laughing. Qingyang? A shampoo brand – modern people would hear it and think, “Oh, Qingyang Shampoo is this town’s specialty?” But Qingyang Town, though small, has everything to eat, play with, and use! After all, it’s a small town bordering Ning Yue Kingdom, so of course it’s prosperous!
Though I love money and earning more than spending, if it’s money I’ve earned for myself, I’m quite generous. After an afternoon, my precious luggage was considerably lighter. Thinking back, I can’t even remember what I spent so much silver on. Seeing the silver slip away so quickly was truly painful! Who knew the hotel accommodation in Qingyang Town was so expensive!
So, after careful consideration, I decided, “I’ll sleep outdoors tonight!”
“Sleeping on the street would be embarrassing, so I’ll find a forest and sleep under the largest tree!” Thus, I chose the biggest tree in a forest outside the town, sat down, hugged my luggage and precious belongings, and fell asleep.
