Chapter 169: The More Beautiful the Appearance, the More Poisonous the Tongue

"Zhou Yuchuan?"

Seeing Zhou Yuchuan in a daze, Bai Wei couldn't help but reach out her palm and wave it twice in front of the tip of his nose.

"What are you thinking about?"

It was truly rare; usually, Zhou Yuchuan was meticulous in his thoughts and calm in his actions, rarely having moments of distraction.

Zhou Yuchuan regained his senses, withdrew his gaze from Bai Wei's face, and smiled faintly.

"Nothing, just remembering some things."

"Phew..." Bai Wei also laughed, teasing him on purpose, "I thought you had taken a fancy to me and were staring blankly at my face, hahaha..."

Taking a fancy to her was impossible.

She was a little farm girl from Qingshan Village, while Zhou Yuchuan was the second young master of a wealthy family in Yanjing; he was handsome, had a good personality, and high intelligence—the two of them were simply not from the same world.

If it weren't for work, she would never have had the chance to know him in this lifetime.

After Bai Wei finished speaking, she didn't take it to heart and turned to squeeze in front of a small stall selling black stinky tofu.

"Boss, add spice to the stinky tofu, no cilantro!"

Zhou Yuchuan stood where he was.

He lowered his eyes slightly, masking the shadow in the depths of his gaze.

What right did he have to like someone else?

With only three years of life left, why bother provoking a girl?

Three years later, when he died, she would be left alone in this world.

Bai Wei had already bought a bowl of stinky tofu and was standing by the side of the road eating it.

The fragrant stinky tofu smelled foul but tasted delicious!

Just as she was eating until her forehead broke into a sweat, her arm was suddenly pulled hard.

"Don't stand there, move away quickly!"

Caught off guard, Bai Wei was pulled to one side, her feet stumbling as she went.

She almost fell, and the stinky tofu in her hand spilled onto the ground.

After standing steady, Bai Wei shook off Zhou Yuchuan, who was holding her arm, and said angrily.

"What are you doing?"

"It's dangerous there; you could be hit and injured."

"Hit and injured?"

Bai Wei subconsciously looked up at the windows on the building above.

"Nothing is falling down..."

The word "ah" had just left her lips when a flowerpot suddenly fell from the sky, smashing right into the spot where she had just been standing.

"Crash!"

The ceramic flowerpot shattered into pieces, mud splattering everywhere!

Bai Wei held her breath, shocked into silence!

Immediately after, a wave of lingering fear welled up in her heart!

If Zhou Yuchuan hadn't pulled her away just now, this flowerpot would have landed on her head!

With such a heavy flowerpot falling down, even if she didn't die, she would certainly have been injured and hospitalized.

The crowd around them gathered, one after another coming to watch.

Bai Wei broke out in a cold sweat, "Zhou Yuchuan, thank you..."

Before she could finish, she suddenly frowned.

"You, how did you know there would be a flowerpot falling from upstairs?"

Zhou Yuchuan was startled, "This..."

"Don't tell me you have the power of precognition and knew about the danger that was about to happen."

Zhou Yuchuan smiled slightly, "Perhaps you're right; I really do have this ability."

"Stop bragging, I don't believe it." Bai Wei chuckled, "This is Huaxia, not a world in a novel! If you really had such an ability, you might as well predict what the lottery numbers will be tomorrow."

After speaking, she pointed to a sweet water shop not far away.

"Let's go, you saved me once, I'll treat you to sour plum soup! After we finish, I'll head back to the hotel."

"You treat me to sugar water, and I'll compensate you for a bowl of stinky tofu."

Zhou Yuchuan smiled and followed her.

The scorching sun hung in the sky.

The earth was baked until it cracked.

In Yannan City of Daliang, it hadn't rained for half a year.

In the city, inside the towering General's Mansion, a banquet was being held in the main hall.

A man in his early twenties sat kneeling behind a desk at the head of the hall.

He wore an immaculate white robe, his long hair hanging all the way to the floor; his face had feminine features and was extremely beautiful. Although he looked as handsome as a celestial being, his entire body exuded an aura of gloom and violence.

In the corner of the wall behind the man, two women dressed in Fusang attire sat kneeling.

The two women peeked at him while covering their mouths with their hands, chatting in low voices in the Fusang language.

"Jili-guala..." (Is this the National Preceptor of Daliang? He looks so beautiful, even prettier than us.)

"Guala-guala..." (The National Preceptor doesn't eat cooked food, only raw vegetables and flowers. Is he really human? He isn't a monster, is he?)

"Jila-guala..." (I heard his original duty was to protect his entire clan, but hundreds of his clansmen were all burned to death to protect him. Having lost the clansmen he was meant to protect, he lives on alone; how lonely and pitiful he is.)

The two women were speaking the language of Fusang, so they were not worried about others overhearing them.

At this moment, a Fusang Samurai kneeling below asked in stiff Daliang language.

"National Preceptor, I have heard that you are skilled in divination and possess the ability to foresee the future? Is this true?"

"Do not ask what should not be asked; those who talk too much die early. State your business if you have any."

The Samurai was rebuked until his face turned red and his neck thick; he held back for a moment, suppressing his anger before speaking.

"National Preceptor, King Wutong wishes to purchase Iron Ore and Saltpeter from Daliang. It is said that the Emperor of Daliang trusts you greatly, so we wish to ask you to put in a good word before the Emperor of Daliang and sign an agreement for the purchase of the ores."

After speaking, he signaled his subordinates to present an agreement to the National Preceptor.

The National Preceptor glanced lightly at the agreement, a faint, mocking curve appearing at the corners of their lips.

"Twenty wen for a bag of Iron Ore—should I say that your Wutong family is too poor, or do you think the resources of my Daliang are worthless and want to buy them at a pittance?"

The Samurai remained in a proper kneeling posture and lowered his head slightly.

"King Wutong is very sincere; the two Fusang beauties behind you are gifts from the King to you."

"Once the agreement is signed, King Wutong will also gift you ten thousand taels of gold as a token of gratitude."

"Gold? Beauties?" The National Preceptor let out a soft laugh, their vermilion red lips curving slightly, "Two ugly, short-statured women, their faces painted as white as the dead—it's bad luck just to look at them!"

Many people in the seats had their expressions turn awkward.

Truly, the more beautiful this National Preceptor looks, the more venomous their tongue is!

How scathing!

The Samurai raised his head in annoyance, wanting to retort, but he could not utter a single word of rebuttal.

Because the National Preceptor's appearance was indeed breathtaking; the two beauties were originally considered pretty, but sitting next to them, they were instantly made to look drab and dusty, like two gray, bedraggled black chickens.

He endured it.

"National Preceptor, what price do you think is appropriate for this Iron Ore?"

The National Preceptor picked up a silver knife from the table and played with it nonchalantly.

Their long, white jade-like fingers held the silver knife, making their fingertips appear even more translucent like jade.

"No price is appropriate."

"Sell the Iron Ore to you, let you refine iron to forge weapons, and then come to invade Daliang a year later, is that it?"

"A mere island of barbarians, yet you harbor such ambition; you truly overestimate yourselves."