Chapter 1968

That is truly killing the heart!

He would rather be as foolish as Gao Changwen!

"Eldest Young Master, time to get up for breakfast. We have to set off for the manor soon."

At this moment.

Outside the door, the voice of Lv Luo rang out.

Gao Yang's face was dark as he got out of bed.

At this moment, the resentment surrounding him was almost tangible.

"What happened?"

Chu Qingluan walked over to Shangguan Wan'er's side, looking curious.

"He probably took a hit to his pride."

Shangguan Wan'er said quite cryptically.

In an instant.

Chu Qingluan understood.

Pfft!

She let out a laugh, watching Gao Yang's departing back, and clicked her tongue, "He's actually quite self-conscious."

In the main hall.

As a direct descendant of the Duke of Dingguo Prefecture, and because Gao Tianlong was afraid this brat would cause trouble, he ordered him to accompany Gao Yang.

While eating breakfast.

Gao Changwen grabbed a steaming hot meat bun in one hand and took a bite, complaining, "Tsk, this bun was steamed too long; the skin is too soggy, and the filling is lacking. This bun is really not up to par."

Gao Yang was burying his head in his porridge, but as soon as he heard the words "not up to par," he immediately put down his chopsticks and scolded, "What do you mean this bun is not up to par? In my opinion, this bun is perfectly fine!"

As he spoke, Gao Yang viciously took a bite of the bun, staring straight at Gao Changwen.

Gao Changwen was stunned.

He had just made a casual comment about the bun; why did his older brother suddenly explode?

To this.

Chu Qingluan and Shangguan Wan'er each held a large bun, eating silently, though the corners of their mouths couldn't help but curl upward, and their shoulders trembled slightly, clearly trying hard to stifle their laughter.

After the meal.

The group boarded a carriage, and under the escort of a dozen elite guards from the Duke of Dingguo Prefecture, the carriage slowly left the residence, heading outside of Changancheng.

Once they passed the city gate, the view suddenly opened up.

The sky was high and the clouds were sparse, the autumn breeze was refreshing, and golden fields spread out on both sides of the road.

The carriage was accompanied by over a dozen elite guards from the Duke of Dingguo Prefecture riding on horseback, forming a neat formation, their hooves striking the dirt road and kicking up a faint dust.

Chu Qingluan was in a great mood.

Staying in the residence every day, suddenly leaving the city, everything felt fresh.

Shangguan Wan'er was also much more relaxed; the pressure of the past few days seemed to have been diluted by this vast world.

Furthermore, both women were clever and perceptive; they were clear about each other's situation and their feelings for Gao Yang, so there was no need for many words, and the relationship between the two women warmed up rapidly, as if they were long-time close friends.

"Sister Qingluan," Shangguan Wan'er called out, looking at Chu Qingluan as if just chatting, "Autumn is here, and the weather is getting drier. I notice your skin is still supple and moist; it must be the rare neutral skin type, right? Unlike me, as soon as the season changes, I feel tight; it's definitely dry skin."

Upon hearing this, Chu Qingluan curiously touched her cheek: "Does skin really have such distinctions? I haven't paid much attention, though I have felt it a bit dry these past two days."

"Of course it does!"

Shangguan Wan'er nodded, "I heard it from some noble ladies in Changancheng. Everyone's constitution is different, and their skin types are different too."

"Sister Qingluan's neutral skin is very easy to maintain; it's a rare skin type."

"So that's how it is!"

Chu Qingluan first nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Gao Yang, who was resting with his eyes closed to the side, and asked: "What about Husband?"

"What skin type is Husband?"

Shangguan Wan'er swept her beautiful eyes over him, and after observing for a moment, she slowly spat out three words: "Sensitive skin."