My Beautiful Master Is Delicate and Charming (3)

"Who the hell are you calling 'baby'?" Little Wei felt that Si had been getting increasingly audacious lately.

Was "baby" a term to be thrown around so casually?

"I'm not your 'baby'," Little Wei declared, signaling she was busy and not to be disturbed.

She couldn’t be bothered with Si and instead turned her attention to Mu Miao, who, now blind, spent most of her days sitting outside. With noon approaching, the task of cooking naturally fell to Little Wei.

"Master, what would you like to eat?"

The novel had painted Mu Miao’s valley as an almost mythical paradise—a secluded utopia where everything, from the plants on the mountains to the fish in the waters and the crops in the fields, was a treasure.

Whenever supplies like spices needed restocking, it was always Little Wei who ventured out of the valley.

This, of course, gave her opportunities to get closer to the story’s protagonists.

"Not too hungry. Just make something simple to fill my stomach," Mu Miao replied, reclining on a rattan chair, a trace of melancholy flickering across her delicate features.

"I wonder how Miss Su is doing these days. My heart truly aches for her."

At the mention of Su Qingyun, Little Wei’s lips curled downward.

That name didn’t deserve the elegance of the character "Qing" in it.

This masochistic female lead had somehow ended up with the male lead even after he slaughtered her entire family. Clearly, she wasn’t much of a decent person either.

If only the novel had leaned more into fantasy, Little Wei could’ve summoned Su Qingyun’s father from the afterlife to beat some sense into this unfilial daughter.

"Master, you should worry more about yourself. At least she’s from a wealthy family," Little Wei retorted before turning to grab a sickle to harvest vegetables from the garden.

In a vat nearby, she had kept some fish she’d caught earlier—intended to nourish Mu Miao. Perfect for today’s meal.

But before proceeding, she decided to check with Mu Miao first.

"Master, you won’t be upset if I kill these fish to make you a nourishing meal, right?"

Mu Miao: "..."

After a long pause, she frowned slightly.

"This master… doesn’t mind."

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her disciple’s words carried some hidden meaning.

The novel hadn’t elaborated much on Mu Miao’s personality, so Little Wei was just making sure her healer master wouldn’t object to the act of killing for food.

Coming from a poor background, cooking was second nature to Little Wei. She cleaned the fish, stir-fried a few dishes, and steamed the rice—the aroma alone was intoxicating.

Everything here was organic and untainted, tasting far better than anything from the modern world.

"Master, the meal is ready," Little Wei announced, setting the dishes on the table and handing Mu Miao her chopsticks.

Usually, she would mix Mu Miao’s favorite dishes with rice in a large bowl to spare her the trouble of fumbling around the table.

This time was no different. As Little Wei guided Mu Miao’s hand to the bowl, the latter suddenly blushed and pulled back slightly.

Her voice trembled with gentle alarm, "Disciple… what are you trying to do to this master?"

Little Wei: o_O||

Never before had she seen Mu Miao—or rather, Ning Moqing—act like this, resembling a startled deer, utterly adorable.

It made her want to…

No, no, no! That would be sacrilege! She despised such villains—how could she even entertain the thought of becoming a rebellious disciple who defied her master?

"Master, I was just afraid you wouldn’t find the bowl," Little Wei quickly explained, soothing the flustered Mu Miao.

Even after locating the bowl, Mu Miao’s ears remained tinged pink, her entire demeanor radiating shyness.

Little Wei swore Mu Miao was doing this on purpose—tempting her beyond reason.

Ugh, a master like this would surely be left breathless and utterly overwhelmed if I made a move…

Her mind swirled with scandalous thoughts, but for now, Mu Miao didn’t seem interested in her that way.

Seduction required careful planning.

"Weren’t you the best at seducing women?" Si’s voice suddenly intruded, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"In the last world, you trained Lin Zixuan to such mastery that the mission wrapped up in no time."

"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting?" Little Wei nearly choked on her fury.

"Fine, forget I said anything," Si muttered, retreating into silence.

"Master, I’ll need to go out after the meal," Little Wei announced, shifting the conversation.

Right now, her priority was figuring out how to restore Mu Miao’s sight.

"But… System, I don’t know how to perform surgery," she realized with sudden dread.

Si cleared his throat. "Don’t worry. Just bring Su Qingyun before Mu Miao. If Mu Miao agrees, she can reclaim her eyes."

"Those eyes of hers are celestial—that’s why they served the female lead so well."

Reassured, Little Wei nodded.

Upon hearing her plans to leave, Mu Miao hesitated briefly but eventually agreed.

"Very well. While you’re out, buy some more spices. But as a woman traveling alone, be cautious. Leave early and return before dark."

Though blind, Mu Miao knew the valley like the back of her hand and could easily navigate back to her quarters alone. Little Wei had no worries leaving her.

"Understood, Master. I’ll remember your advice."

Before she left, Mu Miao handed her a few taels of silver—enough to cover the spices.

Seeing this, Little Wei’s resentment toward the protagonists flared again.

Seriously? A prince and his consort, yet they can’t even properly repay their savior?

If not for the valley’s self-sufficiency in food, Mu Miao would’ve starved long ago with the meager funds she had for necessities like spices and rice.

"Master, I’ll take my leave now," Little Wei said, waving before following the valley’s winding path out of this secluded paradise.

According to the plot, Su Qingyun’s family was about to be executed en masse—courtesy of the male lead, Mo Yujun.

As a prince, he had the power to conceal this from Su Qingyun.

Zhao Yiyi had no further role in the story, and given her malicious portrayal, Little Wei had no intention of dealing with her.

Her plan? Stir the pot—expose Mo Yujun’s abusive, murderous deeds to Su Qingyun before it was too late.

But Prince Qi’s Mansion…

How was she supposed to get in?

Head pounding, Little Wei entered the capital.

From the map, she could see the protagonists were currently not at the mansion but at a tavern.

Glancing at the pitiful amount of silver in her hand, she scoffed. This wouldn’t even buy scraps for a dog.

No way she could afford entry.

Granny Li! Little Wei was fuming.

"Si, can I take out a loan for a Doom-shroom? Or at least a Squash?"

She hated feeling this powerless.

If she were still a man in the modern world and a woman took interest in her, she wouldn’t even have the money for protection.

"Denied," Si replied flatly.

Little Wei checked the system shop. Thankfully, points could be exchanged for silver at a 1:1000 ratio.

Relieved, she converted some points into a thousand taels, then headed to a tailor shop for new clothes. A mirror inside finally let her see her appearance in this world.