Chapter 62: Don't Casually Ride in Someone Else's Carriage

Fu Hanxiu gazed at her with deep eyes, like midnight.

"Since Miss Ye isn't willing, then forget it."

Ye Qingran narrowed her eyes.

So easy to talk to?

Not his style at all!

"It seems Miss Ye doesn't want that pill recipe either."

He spoke in a voice only she could hear.

Ye Qingran: "……"

Hey hey hey, she didn't say that!

She just knew this guy wasn't that easy to talk to!

Pill recipe?

What other pill recipe could there be? Nothing but the recipe for rebuilding spiritual roots!

Actually, she wasn't interested in that pill recipe, because she already had the same one in her hand.

But she couldn't say it.

Not only could she not say it, she also had to act as if she were very interested and desperately wanted it.

She was having a hard time!

The National Master deliberately dug a pit for her—what else could she do?

Just go along with him!

"Cough, it's not early anymore; outside the dew is heavier, the night wind chilly—I suddenly felt a bit cold. I had planned to ride my Little Silver back, but now it seems… better to take the carriage back for warmth."

Han Xing: "……"

Miss, tell me, is someone threatening you?

"Ninth Prince, farewell."

Ye Qingran and Dongfang Mo exchanged greetings.

Immediately amidst the endless envy of the noble ladies, Ye Qingran reluctantly boarded the… carriage.

Fortunately the carriage was spacious; Ye Qingran and Han Xing sat on one side, while the Xuan Yue Silver Wolf lay at her feet.

Fu Hanxiu sat opposite, with a tea table between them.

Since we're here, let's make the best of it.

Having boarded the carriage, Ye Qingran stopped worrying and instead took an interested look at the carriage's interior.

Inside the carriage floated a faint scent of dragon saliva incense, very faint, similar to the faint fragrance on his body.

The base color was mainly black-gray.

The overall style was rather dark, which didn't match the National Master's current image.

But Ye Qingran knew this guy was the type who looked black inside, just as he suited wearing black clothes.

Him in white clothes was merely a disguise.

All the way, neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere was very subtle; Ye Qingran didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Fu Hanxiu's gaze would occasionally fall on her; she pretended not to notice, occasionally lifting her eyes to give him a big, very formulaic smile.

As for Han Xing, she was restless, wishing she could jump out the window.

All the way to the gate of the Ye Residence, Han Xing finally saw a glimmer of hope; as soon as the carriage stopped, she hurriedly got off.

"I've arrived; thank you, National Master, for tonight."

Ye Qingran got off the carriage neatly.

"Hn." The National Master replied coolly.

Ye Qingran thought it over, felt there was nothing to say to the National Master, so she smiled and turned to walk into the residence.

From behind came the National Master's ambiguous voice: "From now on, don't easily get into someone else's carriage."

After saying that, the National Master himself was slightly taken aback.

Meanwhile, the lackey Fu San, who had been dozing, instantly perked up, looking eagerly at his Your Majesty.

No way, no way?

It couldn't be what he's thinking, could it?

Ye Qingran paused, turned around, and said: "Then, what about the National Master's?"

Under the moonlight, her eyebrows danced, her eyes glittering with mischief.

Like a sprite in the dark night.

Captivating the heart and soul.

Fu Hanxiu froze.

It seemed he hadn't expected Ye Qingran to ask that.

He stared into her eyes; for a moment, light flickered in their depths, obscure and inexplicable.

In the end, he didn't answer.

He seemed somewhat embarrassed as he returned to the carriage.

His usually calm heart suddenly began to race.

Seeing Fu San still standing there like a fool, grinning gossipy, he couldn't help but say in a low voice: "Fu San, what are you still standing there for?"

Fu San snapped out of it.

After greeting Ye Qingran, he drove the carriage away.

Ye Qingran watched the carriage disappear into the night, her eyebrows slightly raised.

National Master, tonight something feels off!

After ten days of an 'arduous trek', Mo Xiaohu still hasn't left Xiliang territory.

Xiao Huihui perched on the treetop, gazing at the familiar city in the distance, a hint of bewilderment about worldly affairs flickering in its bird eyes.

"Little master, weren't we supposed to go to the Dayan Dynasty? After all these days, Xiao Huihui feels like we're getting closer to Xiliang City."

A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on Mo Xiaohu's face.

"Cough..." He cleared his throat: "We seem to have taken the wrong road! It's all your fault, Xiao Huihui—I clearly told you to take the left path, but you wouldn't listen, and now we've wasted these ten days."

Mo Xiaohu gave Xiao Huihui a 'hate iron for not becoming steel' look.

Xiao Huihui blinked, looking utterly bewildered.

"Little master, what are you saying? Xiao Huihui just can't understand."

"You can't bully Xiao Huihui just because it's directionally challenged!"

"Forget it, forget it—I guess this is fate. Since we're back in Xiliang City, let's go meet up with Xiliang City's old friends." Mo Xiaohu waved his hand, adopting a magnanimous 'I've forgiven you' attitude.

"What old friends does Xiliang City have?" Mo Xiaohu struck a thinking pose.

Xiao Huihui also struck a thinking pose, but then it suddenly had a brainwave and blurted: "Little master, are you stupid? Meiren Sister is right in Xiliang City!"

Mo Xiaohu's eyes shone with admiration as he looked at Xiao Huihui, giving a thumbs-up: "Xiao Huihui, you're really smart—how did I not think of that?"

Xiao Huihui, praised by its little master, was all confused and giggled foolishly nonstop.

Completely unaware that it was just a tool bird!

"You say we left without saying goodbye—will Meiren Sister still be angry with me?" Although Mo Xiaohu had found the perfect excuse to return, he couldn't overcome his shyness around people.

Xiao Huihui shook its head: "Meiren Sister is so kind—she definitely won't be angry."

"You think that too?" Mo Xiaohu instantly gained confidence.

"If that's the case, let's go find Meiren Sister." He was practically dying to see Meiren Sister.

However, just as Mo Xiaohu took his first step, he thought of something; before Xiao Huihui could react, he jumped down from the tree and ran to the nearby pond, earnestly primping himself before the mirror-like water.

After changing into a clean, exquisite outfit and styling a trendy, cool hairstyle, Mo Xiaohu nodded in satisfaction.

He's still Mo Yuan's first cool guy!

"Xiao Huihui, is my outfit okay?"

As a brainless fan of its little master, even if Mo Xiaohu dressed as a beggar, in its eyes he's still the handsomest in the world.

Moreover, the carefully groomed Mo Xiaohu is exquisite and cute, handsome to the point of being practically a divine cute treasure.

Xiao Huihui's eyes sparkled with little stars, its wings tucked in front, acting like a lovestruck fan.

"Little master, you're super handsome!"

Mo Xiaohu's heart blossomed with joy, a wicked smile curling his lips, and he directly made Xiao Huihui faint from his handsomeness.

……

One person and one bird headed toward Xiliang City, nervous and excited.

Just as they reached the city gate, Mo Yuan's first mixed-world little demon king, Mo Xiaohu the little friend, chickened out for the second time…