"No, no, no! Just imagine, the infamous loafer of Luodu accompanying a little girl to play. It’s just too embarrassing to speak of, and staying here is terribly boring! Especially with Prince Xian present, I can’t even catch my breath. I’m just worried that if we leave like this, we might anger that little Princess." Shao Fatty imdiately voiced his inner grievances.
He simply didn’t want to stay around these royal heirs, where every word and action had to be carried out so cautiously.
Just a glance, and Mu Qingge already understood Shao Fatty’s thoughts. She smiled and explained, "Princess Yong Huan is not a petty person. Besides, we’ve already spent several hours with her. According to palace regulations, it will be ti for her to return to the palace once she wakes up. So, whether we leave now or after she wakes, it makes little difference."
Shao Fatty nodded with understanding and imdiately flattered, "The boss is indeed the boss! I can’t comprehend the intricacies involved."
"That’s why you’re suited for being a carefree loafer without concerns," Mu Qingge had considered using a Genetic Transformation Agent on Shao Fatty. However, she understood his nature better. He had little interest in Martial Arts and preferred indulging in eating, drinking, and playing. Otherwise, despite his diocre talent, he wouldn’t have beco such a wastrel.
"Since it’s still early, let’s go et the person you ntioned." Too lazy to tangle with him, Mu Qingge brought up the serious matter directly.
Shao Fatty confidently patted his chest, assuring, "Don’t worry, boss. I’ll handle the task you entrusted with perfectly."
...
Returning from outside, the moon had already climbed high.
Mu Qingge returned alone to Chi Yun Garden, sat down in a chair, and poured herself a cup of tea.
The person Shao Fatty introduced had excellent skills, so Mu Qingge handed all the equipnt blueprints to him. They agreed to pick up the goods in a month.
She had no worries about the advanced weapon blueprints of this era being leaked, as no one but her could assemble those components or guess their true purpose.
Taking a light sip of warm tea, Mu Qingge’s thoughts returned to what Qin Jinchen had said.
What did it an by ’If you don’t like it, why not leave?’
Her fingertips slowly rubbed the cup rim as Mu Qingge fell deep into thought.
Why, why did she sense a peculiar feeling from Prince Xian, even though they had no connection? And why did this low-key prince say those words to her?
What does ’not like’ refer to? Not liking the people here, or the environnt here? Or is it dissatisfaction with her current life?
Leaving... how to leave? She could leave freely, but she had promised the real Mu Qingge to guard the Mu Mansion, Mu Xiong, and Mu Lianrong.
The only certainty was that, when Qin Jinchen said those words, she sensed his sincerity.
Mu Qingge’s eyes darkened as she murmured to herself, "Mu Qingge, oh Mu Qingge, you left so carefree, leaving behind such a ss for to clean. What kind of entanglent did you and this Prince Xian have?"
Placing the teacup down, it made a dull thud as it collided with the table.
Mu Qingge stood up and turned toward the alchemy room. Unable to figure it out, she decided not to dwell on it. She had no extra ti to waste on sorting out Mu Qingge’s relationships.
The next day, when Mu Qingge erged from Chi Yun Garden, a hint of fatigue was evident in her expression, but her spirits were high.
In one night’s work, she not only successfully concocted all the necessary dicinal powders but also produced two furnaces of low-level elixirs. Compared to her first dismal attempt, it was a qualitative leap!
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