Mo Hanyun couldn’t help but take a few more sniffs, and then he saw Little Wei raise her head, glaring at him coldly.
She looked like she wanted to devour him whole.
Mo Hanyun refused to back down and stared right back at her.
"Get lost," Little Wei spat out mercilessly.
Mo Hanyun: (￣ー￣)
As expected, he should never hope for this person to show him any kindness. But then again, they were sworn enemies to begin with.
"What’s with the attitude?" Mo Hanyun muttered under his breath, lowering his head to pick at the side dishes.
He used to come to this place often—alone. Never did he imagine his first time bringing someone here would be with Gu Wei.
The cold wind blew in from outside, making Little Wei shiver.
"You dragged me out here to drink just so we could… freeze?"
This guy was so detestable that even the factory wouldn’t want him.
"Drink a few more cups and you’ll warm up. By the way, your master won’t get mad that I took you out drinking, will she?"
Mo Hanyun’s sweet-talk made Little Wei reevaluate the man before her.
"No, she’s asleep. Besides, with your status, if she got angry, wouldn’t you just drag her out and execute her?"
Little Wei matched his sarcasm.
"Come on, don’t make me sound like some tyrant. It’s just… I can’t find her again. Hey, have you ever seen a woman with an extraordinary aura? Like, ethereally beautiful, with a voice like music, and most importantly—gentle, understanding, and obedient."
As he spoke, Mo Hanyun couldn’t help but blush.
Little Wei understood immediately and feigned realization. "Oh, you mean me?"
Mo Hanyun: …
This woman truly had no shame.
"Have you seen her or not?" Mo Hanyun grew impatient.
Little Wei mulled it over in her mind. Gentle = easy to bully. Obedient = easy to bully.
Had she ever met such a woman?
"Nope." She lifted her head and shook it decisively at Mo Hanyun.
Mo Hanyun’s face fell, but he still mustered the energy to pour Little Wei another bowl of wine.
"It’s fine. I’ll find her eventually," Mo Hanyun declared with renewed determination.
When he did, he’d make sure to give poor Little Wei the fattest red envelope as thanks.
"Who?" Little Wei couldn’t resist asking.
"My wife. You wouldn’t understand." Mo Hanyun’s eyes sparkled as he brought it up.
Little Wei fell silent for a moment, looking at him with pity.
Mo Hanyun: ?
What was that supposed to mean?
"Who in their right mind would fall for you?" Little Wei was genuinely curious about what this woman looked like.
To think Mo Hanyun was simping for someone—she couldn’t even picture him as a lovesick fool.
"Tch, she hasn’t fallen for me yet. But I’ll make it happen. Someone like you, who’ll never get married, wouldn’t understand."
Mo Hanyun waved her off dismissively.
Little Wei: ?
No personal attacks allowed.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. You’re the one who’ll get married," Little Wei fired back, sarcasm dialed to the max.
Looking down on her like he was some catch—she really wanted to laugh.
"You—" Mo Hanyun realized he was no match for Gu Wei in a war of words.
Granny Li, this woman had always been fierce in fights, but now that she was a girl, her tongue was just as sharp?
Unbelievable.
But he was a gentleman. He couldn’t just pick a fight with the female version of Gu Wei, could he?
That’d be like bullying a child. Mo Hanyun had no choice but to swallow his frustration.
Thankfully, after the meal, the two parted ways on bad terms.
Mo Hanyun walked Little Wei to the palace gates. Seeing her petite figure, he couldn’t resist pulling out a jade token from his pocket.
"Here, take this."
He handed it to her.
"What’s this? I don’t—"
"Take it." Si’s voice suddenly echoed in Little Wei’s mind.
Little Wei reluctantly accepted the token, but she still had to ask.
"Why are you giving me this?"
Under the moonlight, the jade token shimmered faintly, looking exquisite but otherwise useless—like an ornament.
"A parting gift. I couldn’t find her here, so I’m leaving tomorrow. Consider this a farewell. We won’t meet again."
"What do you mean—?" Before she could finish, Mo Hanyun vanished.
Well, it made sense. He was searching for the woman he loved. If he couldn’t find her here, he’d move on.
But…
"Holy—! Si, is he a host too? How else could he travel between novel worlds?"
Mo Hanyun didn’t seem like someone from ancient times at all.
Running around like this—it was almost like her own situation.
"He doesn’t have a system, so don’t get your hopes up. Keep the token for now. You can’t use it yet, but it’s a good protective charm."
The jade token originally belonged to Gu Wei, so Mo Hanyun hadn’t hesitated to give it away.
"Got it." The moment Little Wei spoke, the token disappeared from her hand.
Si had stored it in the system space.
Little Wei walked through the palace gates, glancing at the opposite hall, a faint smile curling her lips.
Tomorrow, her master’s blindfold would finally come off.
She went to sleep contentedly.
Meanwhile, Si let out a huge sigh of relief in the system space. Thank goodness that man was gone—thank goodness he couldn’t sense where she was.
Probably because Little Wei was her host, carrying her scent, Mo Hanyun had mistaken her for Si.
That could’ve been embarrassing.
What surprised her, though, was that Mo Hanyun hadn’t detected the soul fragment in Mu Miao.
Well, no matter. They’d only crossed paths once—it wasn’t like they’d keep running into each other.
The next day, a light drizzle fell, pattering softly against the bluestone pavement. Little Wei held an umbrella as she entered the western hall, finding her master seated calmly on a round stool. For some reason, her heart raced with nervousness.
Mo Qing…
No, her master. She’d finally get to see her master’s true face.
As Little Wei’s fingertips brushed Mu Miao’s cheek, the woman suddenly grasped her soft hand.
"My little disciple," Mu Miao’s voice was tender.
"Huh?" Little Wei froze.
"If I can see you now… would you pout for me?"
Mu Miao’s request was bizarre.
Little Wei choked. Pouting? Even a dog would cringe at that.
"No way. Master, you’re really testing me. I don’t know how. How about you pout for me instead? That works too."
She’d never seen Mu Miao act cute before.
Little Wei turned the tables.
Mu Miao: …
"Let’s… skip that." Mu Miao reached up and gently untied the silk blindfold. The white ribbon fluttered to the ground.
Her misty eyes, clear as a tranquil lake, slowly opened, the corners tinged with a faint redness—a remnant of the surgery.
But the blade Si had used was one she’d materialized herself. When Little Wei held it, it had felt cool to the touch.
Suddenly, Mu Miao pulled her into an embrace, and Little Wei stumbled forward into her arms.
"I can see you now, my little disciple. Give me a kiss."
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