Chapter 49: Can we still have a proper chat?

Her heart was stormy, like a fierce wind passing, yet her face remained calm.

The bamboo in this grove is Tai Xu Bamboo, a rare thing that calms the mind, focuses the spirit, gathers spiritual energy, and opens wisdom; moreover, this Tai Xu Bamboo is graceful, its leaves like swords, truly beautiful.

Ye Qingran was unhurried, truly poised and composed.

Who would have thought, a single word from the National Master left her flustered.

It's beautiful, but the pollen carries spring poison.

Ye Qingran: ……

Can we still have a proper chat?

Ye Qingran affected a shy glance away, pure like an inexperienced little white flower, she pointed at the five-colored emperor flower and changed the subject: "If I'm not mistaken, this is the five-colored emperor flower, a heavenly earthly treasure, capable of regenerating flesh and white bone."

Having said that, she gracefully turned sideways, her slender jade finger pointing to the artificial lake beside the bamboo grove.

What I like best is still this artificial lake. The water is like a mirror, peach blossoms blazing; if one could play a tune by the lake, each note would blossom a peach flower—how lovely!

Ye Qingran lifted her gaze to Fu Hanxiu, smiling warmly.

No one could tell that Ye Qingran had a guilty conscience.

In Fu Hanxiu's deep eyes, like dark ink diffusing in the Han Tan, unfathomable, impossible to discern even a trace.

From Ye Qingran's angle, she could see his full appearance up close.

One must say, the National Master's appearance is truly favored by creation.

That bastard Dongfang Qingxuan is nothing but an ugly freak before him.

Sigh, who made her guilty conscience come first?

Otherwise, she'd be willing to admire such beauties every day!

Please have a seat, Miss Ye.

Fu Hanxiu pointed to the seat beside him; Ye Qingran thanked him and sat down, while Fu Hanxiu began brewing tea.

He is handsome, his hands are handsome, and his tea‑making motions look like a perfect art; Ye Qingran couldn't help swallowing.

Such a beauty, and she slept with him?

Did she profit or did she profit?

She increasingly felt she was a beast.

What are you thinking about, Miss Ye?

Fu Hanxiu's gentle voice reached Ye Qingran's ears.

Ye Qingran shuddered.

She had just wanted to praise Fu Hanxiu's handsome hands, but ever since that time he suddenly went crazy and said he'd cut off his hands to give her, she no longer dares to praise him casually.

Really afraid that if he gets excited, he'll send her a pair of bloody hands!

She casually made up: "Nothing, just wondering why the National Master's manor has no mistress."

Fu Hanxiu's tea‑making paused: "To be frank, I, the National Master, am still unmarried, but I do have a child."

What?

Ye Qingran almost fell from her seat.

She just asked offhand, and ended up dropping such a huge bomb!

Does it have to be this explosive?

Hehe~ Ye Qingran didn't know how to respond.

It's a boy, five years old.

Ye Qingran: ……

She isn't the slightest bit interested!

But…

Five years old?

What a coincidence, her child is also five this year.

She couldn't help asking: "What about the child's mother…"

Fu Hanxiu's brows and eyes, originally like an exiled immortal, grew gloomy because of this question.

An exiled immortal falling into demonhood, but only an instant.

Damn your foul mouth!

Ye Qingran wished she could slap herself!

"The child's mother abandoned him and had someone bring him to me." Fu Hanxiu said this calmly, yet the gloom and darkness on his face could not be ignored.

How can there be such a scumbag woman in this world!

Ye Qingran couldn't help feeling indignant for the National Master.

Abandoning husband and child is bad enough, but would someone as outstanding as the National Master really discard them?

It's simply a waste of heavenly treasures!

But after thinking it over, she calmed down again.

"National Master, could there be some misunderstanding? Perhaps the child's mother has her own difficulties." Ye Qingran thought of herself. In this world there are too many helpless situations; some things are truly beyond our control.

You think so too?

Fu Hanxiu's gaze sank, fixed on Ye Qingran.

Uncomfortable under Fu Hanxiu's stare, Ye Qingran looked away.

I'm just guessing.

Fu Hanxiu's surrounding dark aura seemed to have lessened somewhat.

This is white tea picked from the Xiji Tianshan; Miss Ye, please try it.

Tea from Western Extremity?

Ye Qingran's eyes flickered faintly.

You should know that Western Extremity is also called Western Extremity Shengyu. Its strength far surpasses that of the Central Region. The Central Region and Western Extremity have hardly any contact; even members of the Imperial Clan cannot reach into Western Extremity.

The white tea from Tianshan in Western Extremity is produced in extremely low quantities, already a rare treasure of the sacred realm; how did the National Master obtain it?

Ye Qingran squeezed the teacup, took a sip, and concealed her speculation.

The tea scent was light, mingled with the taste of fresh snow; after entering the mouth, it lingered on the tongue, sweet and lasting.

Moreover, a faint spiritual energy seemed, with this sip, to infiltrate the skin's meridians, leaving one feeling relaxed and elated.

"Fine tea!" Ye Qingran praised sincerely.

Things from the sacred realm truly are excellent; even just drinking tea lets one ingest spiritual energy!

"Miss Ye, if you like it, later I will have Fu San deliver some to your residence."

Ye Qingran was momentarily stunned.

Being overly attentive without cause—either treachery or theft?

What act is this National Master putting on now?

"No need, this tea is too precious; us coarse folk would waste it. Thank you, National Master, for your kindness."

Fu Hanxiu did not press the matter.

He took a light sip of tea, lifted his gaze to Ye Qingran, and suddenly asked, "I heard, Miss Ye, that you were born without a Spiritual Root?"

Ye Qingran's motion of drinking tea halted.

"National Master, if I say I was not born without a Spiritual Root, but rather I was born with a Holy Spirit Root that was taken away, would you believe me?"

Upon hearing that, Fu Hanxiu showed little reaction, while Fu San, standing nearby, looked at Ye Qingran in shocked surprise.

An innate Holy Spirit Root is already considered a very fine Spiritual Root even in Western Extremity Shengyu.

Ye Qingran actually manifested a Holy Spirit Root, only to have it taken away by someone else?

If that is true, then Ye Qingran is rather pitiful, isn't she?

Fu Hanxiu's expression remained calm, and he lightly nodded, "I believe it."

Ye Qingran raised an eyebrow, surprised that the National Master would be so decisive.

"I can see that your bones are exceptional; your Spiritual Root is at least of high quality, so forming a Holy Spirit Root is quite normal."

The National Master explained.

"I have seen in ancient texts a pill formula that can provide the dantian with conditions to reconstitute a Spiritual Root," he said, pointing to the Five-colored Emperor Flower not far away.

"The Five-colored Emperor Flower is one of the ingredients."

Waiting here for her!

Sure enough, the National Master had already begun to suspect her!

Everything he did was merely testing her!

Ye Qingran sneered inwardly, recalling the saying that when troops come, generals block; when water comes, earth shields. With matters at this point, she will handle this so‑called National Master.

"Really? I thought the only way was to transplant someone else's Spiritual Root! But because there has never been a suitable Spiritual Root, I have always been in a state of lacking a Spiritual Root!"

Ye Qingran showed both surprise and joy, as if this was truly the first time she had heard of such a thing.

"National Master, could you give me this pill formula? I can pay you!" Ye Qingran was impatient.

In Fu Hanxiu's deep eyes flashed a sharp gleam: "The pill formula is in the ancient texts; I must go back to search for it. Once found, I will have Fu San deliver it to Ye Residence."

"Mm-hmm, thank you, National Master!"

Ye Qingran felt no ripple inside, yet forced herself to act very excited: "National Master, you just said the Five-colored Emperor Flower is also one of the ingredients; can you sell it to me as well?"

If she could obtain the Five-colored Emperor Flower this way, she would make a huge profit!

Later, she could plant one in Shen Nong Space, yielding two blossoms, then return one, saving even the money!

Ye Qingran happily fantasized.

However, the ideal is abundant, the reality is stark.

"Even if the Imperial Flower is harvested and preserved with the finest ice jade, it can last at most a month. So, Miss Ye, you should wait until you gather the other herbs before retrieving the Imperial Flower."

You know way too much!

Ye Qingran muttered inwardly.

On her face, Ye Qingran wore an expression of sudden realization: "So that's how it is. Fine, I'll wait until I gather the other ingredients!"

In fact, it's not necessary at all!

Because her Shen Nong Space can preserve the medicinal effect forever, ahhh~

Later, Ye Qingran and Fu Hanxiu sparred wits and courage; as the sun set, Ye Qingran rose to bid farewell.

Just before leaving, Fu San couldn't help but ask, "Miss Ye, may I ask what 'green hat' means?"