261: Chapter 259: What is There to Show Off?
261: Chapter 259: What is There to Show Off?
The girl clearly wore her heart on her sleeve, carried away as she was by her own talk and tossed a sunflower seed shell in her hand, “In my opinion, the world operates on a system of karma.
The young master was so determined to marry Miss Tao, and now look, both of them got the Ghost Seal; a blessed union indeed.
Now he starts crying, making scenes, and even threatening to hang himself because he doesn’t want it anymore.”
A plump auntie who was picking vegetables threw a handful of leeks on the girl’s head, “Is it appropriate for you to discuss the master’s affairs this way?
Are you itching for a spanking?”
It looked like a severe reprimand, but her expression showed concern as she warned.
The girl quickly shut up and spoke no more.
Seeing the plump aunt’s tense expression, the other maids chuckled and said, “It’s all right.
We’re all family here.
Yuer is just outspoken, and she isn’t saying anything unjust anyway.
Just ignore her and let it go.”
The plump aunt’s expression finally eased.
The maid nad Yuer stuck her tongue out at Baili An, “Immortal Lord, please do not take these words to heart.”
“I won’t,” Baili An said with a slight smile.
Yuer was dazzled by his smile and fished out a few pieces of haw jelly milk candies wrapped in glutinous rice paper from her pocket.
She lowered her face, her ears red as she stuffed the sweets into Baili An’s sleeve, “Immortal Lord, if you’re willing to rid the Mortal World of evil spirits, you’re truly a great and good person.
Here is a milk candy for you…”
The milk candy wrapped in haw was actually a royal dessert ant for dignitaries within the Mortal World palaces.
However, in Xianling City, there weren’t as many Mortal World conventions and taboos.
In the border city, there was an old and famous pastry shop, elegantly nad “Langao Square.”
The pastry chef there had originally been from the royal kitchen of the Country of Qin, who had sohow ended up settling in Xianling City.
His pastries were delicious, especially favored by local won, although they were exceptionally expensive and typically only affordable by very wealthy families.
For the Yun Family, with their ample wealth, a delicacy that average families might only taste once a year was rely a common treat for their servants and maids.
Baili An held the delicate candies in his hand, his expression slightly bewildered.
Imdiately, a rowdy cheer burst from the surroundings.
The girls mimicked Yuer and pulled out various exquisite milky candies from their pockets, stuffing them into Baili An’s arms.
So of the more ‘bold and reckless’ girls took advantage of the chaos to surreptitiously stroke Baili An’s cheek and chin quickly.
Baili An was startled, having never seen such spectacles before, carrying a mountain of snacks in his arms.
He kept bowing and thanking them, his words gently declining as he said no need.
After all, he couldn’t eat these things.
The more he hesitated and resisted, the more vigorously those girls pushed sweets into his arms.
Several tis, Baili An keenly noticed that among the snacks, scarves and handkerchiefs were also being slipped in, along with various strange and indescribable soft fabrics.
There was no opportunity for him to identify and refuse each item as, under the persuasive force of the won, he returned to his own room.
Placing the pile of items on the table, he sat with a grim face, visibly annoyed.
The night was wearing on when suddenly there was a fluttering noise of doves taking flight outside the window.
Baili An moved his gaze, opened the window, and let the white dove enter, settling congenially on his shoulder.
It was a letter from Fang Geyu.
As expected, the letter detailed matters and taboos related to ghost marriage, admonishing him not to reveal his strength and identity before successfully entering the haunted mansion in the Inner City, lest he startle the snake by hitting the grass.
The letter also casually ntioned a peculiar secret she discovered at the Tao house.
In the concubine quarters of the Tao family—that is, the quarters of Tao Ziyang’s birth mother—she accidentally discovered that the Tao royal family actually venerated an ever-burning eternal lamp.
Under the lamp, incense burned before an unmarked morial tablet.
Sothing inexplicably odd tugged at Baili An’s heart.
Ghost, a Fierce Ghost who had road the Mortal World for three thousand years, was not sothing that many great sects could confidently claim to control.
Yet, from the lines written by Fang Geyu, it seed she neither feared nor even displayed a subtle confidence.
It wasn’t the reckless confidence of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, but a sort of confidence that truly had assurance.
Baili An settled before the window and began writing his response, grounding the paper weight and grinding ink.
In the letter, he outlined so clues he had discovered at the Yun house over the past few days, including an old story between the Yun family’s eldest son and a laundry girl, hoping that Fang Geyu, who was at the Tao house, could help investigate whether there was any connection between the laundry girl He Sha and the Tao family.
As he wrote the letter, Baili An’s eyes caught sight of the pile of milk candy pastries from Langao Square on the table, so he casually added a line asking if she wanted so candy.
If she wanted it, he would bring it along for the journey when they had their pretend marriage the next day.
Fang Geyu, being lazy and pampered, usually snuggled up in bed early during the cold winter nights like a lazy cat, typically ignoring letters at night, responding the next day if she rembered.
Moreover, with the Ghost’s wedding procession set to arrive the next night, he didn’t actually expect Fang Geyu to reply to him again.
He ditated for less than half an hour.
Yet, unexpectedly, the dove arrived again.
Baili An was surprised by her sudden change in behavior, wondering if she had been particularly prompt in replying to his letter.
Maybe she had discovered sothing about the laundry girl?
With a sense of anticipation, he opened the letter only to find it didn’t ntion anything about the laundry girl He Sha.
The hastily scrawled characters seed to silently convey the dissatisfaction of a certain young lady.
The letter sharply asked: “Which girl gave you that candy?”
With large font!
Looking at the content of the letter, Baili An was stunned, thinking that the young lady might have focused on the wrong thing.
Moreover, he had rely casually ntioned asking if she wanted candy, yet she seed to deduce so much from that, guessing right away that the candy was given by soone else, and a girl at that.
Baili An, always honest with his own people, truthfully replied: “It was Xiao Xiang, Xiao Cui, Xiao Nan, Xiao Bei, Xiao Shou, Xiao Bing, Qing’er, Hong’er, Yuer…
these kind-hearted girls gave the candy.
The milk candy is from Langao Square, and they said it’s very sweet.”
Crack!
Fang Geyu’s Jade Pen broke into several pieces in her hand as she stared at the string of chirpy girl nas on the letter, a cold smirk on her face after a long silence.
The blizzard blowing in from the outside window chilled her features, adding a hint of coldness.
The cold wind of Xianling City was like a knife against the skin, quite uncomfortable.
So, Fang Geyu began to get angry.
She couldn’t understand why she felt angry, but looking at her hands clenched into fists on the table, she knew she must be very upset now.
“What’s all this about ‘kind-hearted girls’?”
“You ask which girl gave you candy, and you throw a bunch of trash nas at !”
Normally, what seed like an indifferent and confused attitude toward everything from the little corpse demon ant even recalling the nas of those chaotic girls was clear and precise.
A bunch of lousy candies—what’s there to show off?
“I’ll burn down that Langao Square tomorrow and see who you go to for sweet-talking and candy then!”
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