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anwhile.
Wang Anye’s pair of pure and spotless eyes were also wide open, equally filled with disbelief.
When the little beggar bumped into him, he had clearly reacted and tried to dodge, yet they still collided head-on?
This is truly strange.
Could it be... was this little beggar deliberately looking for trouble? Wanting to extort him, Wang Anye?
Hmm?
There was no bad sll, but rather a faint fragrance, quite pleasant actually. And thin and small, with a soft body, it felt comfortable to hold, really strange.
Wang Anye felt as if sothing was growing in his heart, a rare flutter in his otherwise monotonous and wave-less heart.
The little beggar’s eyes also t Wang Anye’s at a close distance.
Those were a pair of clear and bright eyes, yet they held a calmness that other teenagers lacked.
This cald her sowhat panicked heart down quickly.
That kind of comfortable and pleasant feeling was akin to lying in a bamboo chair reading a book while it was drizzling gently, making one’s heart serene and relaxed.
Ti.
As if a long ti had passed, yet also it felt like just an instant.
The two of them just lay there quietly on the ground, eyes interlocking, ti eternal. Even the wind blowing past them seed to turn gentle and whimsical.
However.
This beautiful atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by a series of sudden curses.
"Little beggar, hurry and get up."
"Oh my heavens, Seventh Young Master, Seventh Young Master, are you alright?"
"You little beggar, do you not know how to walk? How dare you collide with the Seventh Young Master."
"Seventh Young Master, are you alright?"
The guards and servants by Wang Anye quickly rushed over, attempting to pull the little beggar away.
"Enough." Wang Anye got up calmly and raised his hand to stop the clamor of the crowd, then gently helped the little beggar up, calmly and caringly inquired, "Little brother, are you okay?"
"No, I’m fine." The little beggar struggled to pull away, the "dirty" little face turned scorching hot, bowed his head, not daring to look at Wang Anye.
"As long as you’re fine." Wang Anye casually took out a small Gold Note and handed it to the approaching staff, "This is for his Flying Palanquin Ticket."
"Se-S-Seventh Young Master..." The staff mber was extrely nervous, not daring to take the money, "I-I... It was my fault for bumping into the Seventh Young Master."
What kind of status does this young master have, how could he afford any misstep?
"It’s fine, don’t panic." Wang Anye gently patted his shoulder and said, "You were just performing your duty earlier, there’s no issue."
Although Wang Anye was rely ten years old, due to favorable family conditions, he was already quite a tall young lad.
"Y-Yes." The staff mber sighed in relief, wiping cold sweat hesitantly, "But-But... Seventh Young Master, the Flying Palanquin Tickets to Qingluo Guard have long been sold out, and the earliest date has been scheduled to seven days later."
The Chief Steward nearby almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, imdiately scolded, "Fool, if the Seventh Young Master wants a ticket, how dare you not have one? Just bump soone off."
"Y-Yes, but..." The staff mber was drenched in sweat.
"Don’t make it hard for him." Wang Anye calmly reassured, "Since the ticket was sold, it’s like a promise we’ve given to the passenger, there’s no reason to go back on it last minute. How about this, my Flying Chariot is quite empty, just let him travel with ."
"Seventh Young Master is right, I haven’t considered thoroughly." The Chief Steward felt guilty, "However, this little beggar is so dirty, it might affect your mood, it’d be better to arrange a Flying Palanquin Ticket for seven days later for him."
"No way." The little beggar imdiately got anxious upon hearing, his voice clear and crisp as he objected, "I can’t wait, I want to depart today. I-I can travel with this young master, I don’t mind him."
The Chief Steward rolled his eyes, "What do you an you don’t mind him? Do you know how noble our family’s Seventh Young Master is... letting you travel together is due to his kindness, he doesn’t mind you."
"Alright, alright, whatever you say, I just want to go today." The little beggar’s voice was crisp and clear, and inexplicably pleasant to listen to.
While speaking, she also glanced around, appearing sowhat guilty and helpless, as if avoiding sothing.
Wang Anye watched and maintained an expression without any waves, "Alright, alright, since you’re in a hurry, let’s go together. One more doesn’t hurt, one less won’t matter. Steward Qian, uncle, please make the arrangents."
The Wang Family had strict teachings, Wang Anye had been influenced since a young age, although his nobility was introverted and not outward, his every move was extrely structured, fully representing the cultivation of a Wang Family young master.
"Not a problem, not a problem, Seventh Young Master." The Chief Steward, born from the Qiaan Family’s collateral lineage, was as excited as soone injected with chicken blood, filled with enthusiasm, "I guarantee to complete the mission."
Subsequently, under the arrangent of the Chief Steward, Wang Anye and his escort guards, together with that unknown "little beggar," boarded a VIP-special Flying Chariot.
It was led by a Red-crowned Immortal Crane with Tier Five cultivation, even the coachman was an old Ancestor with a full-beard in the Celestial Human Realm.
The cabin of the Flying Chariot was made using lightweight and sturdy [Thousand-Year Hanging Spirit Wood], crafted exquisitely, engraved with many intricate runes. Moreover, the internal space of this Flying Chariot’s cabin was more than twice larger than ordinary ones, having several compartnts separated by fixed screens, also equipped with a private rest small bedroom.
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