Chapter 29: You cannot ask her to be your maid, lover

The night was like ink, quietly covering the sky, with only a few scattered stars and a full moon hanging high.

Fruit Basket Village entrance.

After bidding farewell to everyone in the village, Xia Mingyu brought Anliya and Boge here.

And Viscount Hughes's group had long been waiting here.

"Highness," Karen bowed slightly.

And Sir Solin and the guards bowed deeply.

When the lord was present, his attendants and servants must not kneel to others, unless their lord also knelt.

"Please board the carriage," Karen said, standing in front of the luxurious carriage covered with purple velvet curtains.

Then, with a look from him, a guard jumped down without hesitation and lay on the left side of the carriage's front room to act as a step.

"I'll go up myself."

Xia Mingyu was not used to stepping on people's backs to get on the carriage, so he went up from the other side of the carriage's front room.

Then he beckoned to Anliya and Boge, and the two learned from him and went up from the other side.

Because Anliya's height was only 1.6 meters, Xia Mingyu even pulled her up before getting on the carriage.

After seeing all three enter the carriage, Karen sat in the front room of the carriage—the driver's position—and picked up the reins tied to the two black steeds.

"Highness, the night is dark, and the road is not flat. I have the ability of night vision. If you don't mind, let me drive for you. I guarantee there won't be a single bump during the journey," Karen said calmly.

As these words were spoken, everyone except Xia Mingyu, including Anliya and Boge, looked at Karen with shocked and unbelievable eyes.

As a noble, and also the lord of Black Wolf Territory, actually doing the work that only a coachman would do—even if the passenger's status was noble, it was still a bit too inconceivable.

"Viscount, thank you for your kindness. I indeed don't like bumps, so I'll leave the driving to you."

After a moment of silence, Xia Mingyu said.

Then, without waiting for Karen to answer, he continued:

"Boge, go down and chat with Sir Solin. I remember you said earlier that his sword technique is very good."

"Yes, my lord." Boge jumped off the carriage without hesitation, then Sir Solin pulled him onto the horse, and the two rode the same horse.

Seeing this scene, although the expression on Karen's face didn't change, a hint of admiration couldn't help but rise in his heart.

This Highness is truly flawless in his actions; no wonder he is the heir of a superpower kingdom with 1.4 billion citizens.

Although he took the initiative to propose it, in front of so many servants and confidants, to be a coachman, to be honest, he must have had some resentment in his heart.

After all, there was more than just this Highness in the carriage, even that hunter attendant wearing linen clothes was there.

And Xia Mingyu's move not only accepted his kindness but also took care of his face. Wonderful!

Is this the "pattern"?

Karen thought he should also learn a little in the future.

As for that maid... in the circle of nobles, a maid doesn't count as a person, only as an item.

Isn't it very reasonable to put an item in the carriage?

"Let's go!"

After everything was arranged, Karen waved his hand and swung the whip with high spirits.

Just like every fisherman who caught a big fish and rushed home, he couldn't wait to move the "gold mountain" on the carriage back to the castle to show his wife and daughter.

*Snap, snap! *

Accompanied by two dull neighs, the carriage started, and the motorcade galloped toward the full moon ahead.

"The future, what will it be like?"

Xia Mingyu, in the carriage, leaned on the soft sofa, lifted the window curtain, and looked at the dense forest and the bright moon hanging high in the sky flashing past rapidly outside the window, thinking secretly.

In this fantasy world that even has eternal gods and creators, what kind of ending will he eventually face?

Is it life, or death?

Is it ordinary, or glory?

A hint of melancholy flashed in Xia Mingyu's eyes; he felt that he was now like a flat boat on the ocean, surrounded by storms, not knowing when it would stop, nor knowing if the shadow ahead was an island or a vortex.

Just then, a small, soft hand gently held his hand, and he turned his head in confusion.

"Sorry, master, I touched your body without permission," Anliya said softly.

The moonlight passed through the window and fell in, covering the light blue long dress of the girl like a thin veil.

The moonlight passed through the long dress, outlining the girl's slender waist, her golden long hair hanging down on her snow-white shoulders like a waterfall, and those blue eyes as clear as lake water quietly reflected his figure.

Inexplicably, Xia Mingyu's mood suddenly felt much better.

He understood a little why so many people on Blue Star directly labeled themselves as "face-controlled"; after all, the world is so cruel, you have to look at something good-looking to live on.

"I allow you to touch," Xia Mingyu said calmly.

*Tsk, "down-headed" girl... * The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Master, my foster father often has headaches. To alleviate his condition, I self-taught a little technique for massaging the head. If you don't mind, may I ask you to let me massage you for a moment?"

Anliya said softly, a hint of prayer flashing on her exquisite pretty face.

"Yes."

So the girl sat on the other side of the sofa, lifted her skirt slightly to reveal her snow-white, plump thighs, and patted them to signal him to lie down.

Xia Mingyu: "..."

He was silent; he didn't expect it to be this way of lying down.

Anliya should only be seventeen or eighteen this year; is it not very good to take advantage of a young girl like this?

Xia Mingyu fell into moral hesitation.

"If master, you are unwilling, forget it. After all, I am just a humble maid of yours who is dispensable and not worthy of serving you."

Seeing him reluctant to lie down for a long time, Anliya sighed lightly and said in a tone with a hint of grievance.

Xia Mingyu: "???"

He walked over silently and fell down with a cry from the girl.

*Forget it, even if God, Buddha, and Confucius come together today, I'm lying down. *

Feeling the extremely soft touch on his face and the faint fragrance between his nose, Xia Mingyu thought secretly with his eyes closed.

After a short exclamation, Anliya also began her movements.

Her dexterous, slender fingers were like the spring breeze brushing across his face, gently pressing the man's temples, her movements gentle and meticulous.

"Master, if it hurts, you can say it," Anliya bent down and whispered in Xia Mingyu's ear.

The man with his eyes closed nodded and shook his head again.

The girl's technique was incomparably gentle, and her fingertips carried a hint of coolness; it was already comfortable, so how could it hurt?

Xia Mingyu had a feeling of being in his mother's arms.

*No, my mom wouldn't treat me this well... *

*A person, at least, cannot ask a girl to be his maid, mother, lover, play... *

Xia Mingyu thought wildly while sleepiness rose, causing him to gradually fall into a warm dreamland.

Viscount Hughes's words were actually true; there really wasn't a single bump.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 30 =====