Chapter 61: with translation of chapter title

Ye Qingran was stunned, her whole body tensed, as if facing a great enemy.

National Master!

Looking up, I saw a carriage slowly approaching, Fu San sitting in front of the carriage compartment, yawning incessantly as he played the role of coachman.

Seeing Fu San's face, Ye Qingran couldn't help but twitch the corner of her eye.

This National Master, not sleeping in the middle of the night, what is he loitering around the West Suburb Annex for?

Are you stuffed from eating too much?

She prayed that the National Master was just passing by.

But the carriage eventually stopped in front of her, a pair of extraordinarily beautiful hands lifted the carriage curtain, and a tall, slender figure stepped out.

It was none other than the National Master with a heavenly appearance.

Ye Qingran: "……"

Hope shattered!

"National Master? What are you doing here?" Ye Qingran suppressed her inner retort and pretended to be surprised.

"Oh, I couldn't sleep at midnight, came out for a stroll, and accidentally ended up here. Quite a coincidence."

Ye Qingran: "……"

I don't believe you, you big-headed ghost!

Fu San: "……"

Fu San rolled his eyes behind Fu Hanxiu, his inner monologue launching into a frenzy of complaints.

Yes, you may be unable to sleep, but I'm about to die from exhaustion!

Strolling at midnight is one thing, but heading straight for the West Suburb Annex— isn't that a bit too obvious a hidden agenda?

If you have a secret crush on Miss Ye, just say it outright; what's the point of sneaking around?

Hypocritical! Affected!

Apparently sensing Fu San's inner complaints, Fu Hanxiu turned his face slightly and glanced at him.

Fu San, who had been yawning and looking dog-tired, suddenly shuddered and became spirited.

"Miss Ye, what a coincidence! My lord and I aren't sleepy, so I suggested he come out for a walk, and I drove the carriage here without realizing it. Miss Ye, it's truly a coincidence!"

As a qualified subordinate, the most important thing is to, at critical moments, share the master's worries and solve problems, taking the blame and drawing hatred!

Looking at it this way, where is he a qualified subordinate?

Clearly, he's outstanding to the extreme!

Ye Qingran's inner thoughts were reduced to a hollow "heh."

Since the Flower Viewing Banquet at the National Master's residence last time, after learning of Fu Hanxiu's little thoughts, she has been avoiding him as if fearing not enough.

She fears that a moment's carelessness will cause her to fall under this scheming man's various temptations and tests.

The National Master's identity is a mystery, his strength a mystery, his integrity a mystery; if she were to fall, whether she lives or dies would also become a mystery.

Judging by his previous god-like move of offering his hand to him, he seems to have a yandere trait and is highly likely to do something perverse that would make her wish she were dead.

Therefore, in sum, life is precious— stay away from Fu Hanxiu!

"National Master, could it be that you intend to escort Miss Ye?" Dongfang Mo said with a half-smile.

Without waiting for a reply, he added: "But National Master, you don't seem to be on the way, do you?"

The National Master remained calm: "I'm not sleepy anyway, so it doesn't matter if it's out of the way."

Dongfang Mo: "……"

I'd never believe you!

Fu San yawned incessantly, wanting to cry but with no tears.

But he's so sleepy!

He spent the day as a tool, and at night they still won't let him sleep!

It's too hard on him!

At this time, the guests attending the banquet also came out in droves from the annex and gathered at the entrance.

The sudden appearance of the National Master drew countless gazes.

He was naturally gorgeous and radiant, with a heavenly appearance. Standing under the pure moonlight of the full moon, his whole body seemed to glow, as if a deity had descended, his beauty like a divine curse.

The noble ladies showed infatuated looks.

They wondered, what kind of divine being is such an extraordinarily handsome man?

In fact, very few have seen the National Master's true self; many, upon first seeing him, are simply overwhelmed by his peerless demeanor and don't know his identity.

On the contrary, Zhao Yan, Ye Sisi, and those other noble youths who attended the Ye Residence banquet last time recognized the National Master's identity at a glance.

"National Master?!"

Someone let out a startled scream, obviously quite frightened.

What?!

This person is actually the National Master?!

One stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Everyone went crazy.

The most mysterious man of Donglin Country actually appeared before their eyes.

The National Master truly lives up to the rumors, worthy of being called the most handsome man in Donglin!

But when they learned that the National Master intended to send Ye Qingran home, each of them wished they could devour Ye Qingran.

If the Ninth Prince was bewitched by her, that's one thing, but why has the National Master also fallen?

"Miss Ye, shall we go?"

The National Master's smile was faint, warm and smooth like jade.

The many noble ladies who saw him were unsettled in their souls, wishing he were the man of their spring boudoir dreams.

Ye Qingran wore a professional fake smile on her face.

If she hadn't personally seen this person's gloomy, dark, cruel, yandere side, she would really have believed this man was as beautiful as an exiled immortal.

Going?

Of course not going!

A lone man and a widow sharing a carriage—she doesn't care about her reputation?

Although what should be done has all been done!

"Thank you, National Master. I can return on my own, no need to trouble you."

The more unwilling Ye Qingran felt inside, the more sincere her smile appeared.

What?

Ye Qingran actually refused?!

Is she sick in the head?!

Such a good opportunity, she actually doesn't seize it firmly?

Simply a waste of heavenly treasures!

The many noble ladies were furious, smoke practically pouring from their heads.

At the same time, they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking fortunately Ye Qingran is stupid, they still have a chance.

"Oh dear!"

A coquettish voice came from not far away.

"Miss, our carriage broke down; we probably can't return for a while."

"Then what can we do?"

A noble lady dressed in splendid attire, biting her lower lip, her shy gaze directed toward Fu Hanxiu, her motives impure and her purpose obvious.

"National Master... could you trouble you to give me a ride?"

Holy shit!

The other noble ladies each had eyes blazing with fury.

Gritting their teeth, they glared at the noble lady who struck first, secretly cursing her as shameless and scheming.

Ye Qingran simply admired that lady's commendable bravery.

She looked at the National Master's not-so-good face, gave a sly smile: "National Master, it seems there are people who need your carriage more than I do!"