Chapter 22: The Miserable Break of Engagement, Part 1

“Aunt Lan, I only say one thing, and you retort several times! Enough, come quickly and eat!” She revealed an expression that showed she was at a loss with you, shaking her head helplessly. Carrying the breakfast, she entered the room and attended to Qian Quexi as she ate.

Speaking of breakfast, Qian Quexi felt quite embarrassed—it should actually be considered lunch! Moreover, this breakfast was pitch black corn buns! Her face showed a hint of reluctance.

Although Qian Quexi dared not say it, she had tasted exquisite cuisines from all over the world. Before her transmigration, her palate was quite refined. Now, although her life was getting better and better, her food only seemed to worsen with each meal.

Qian Quexi forced a wry smile to hide her worries. She sat down reluctantly, picked up the corn bun, pinched it little by little, and stuffed it into her mouth. Swallowing with difficulty, it felt less like eating a corn bun and more like swallowing coal.

“By the way, Que’er, didn’t you say yesterday you were going to find Elder Wuming? He supposedly has a way to help treat the injured meridians and dantian. What happened? Did something go wrong?”

When Qian Quexi woke up this time, her cultivation had been nullified. Aunt Lan felt much lighter, but for some reason, she sensed that Qian Quexi seemed like a completely different person—moreover, she was becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

Taking advantage of Qian Quexi eating, Aunt Lan sat down and softly inquired.

Hearing this, Qian Quexi stiffened for a moment but quickly recovered, casually dropping the corn bun. She smiled helplessly and said, “I went at the wrong time! That old man Wuming, just happened to see me and suddenly had an epiphany! So, he went into seclusion!”

“Aunt Lan, you don’t need to prepare lunch for me! I’m going to the Bitter Bamboo Forest now to see if Elder Wuming has emerged from seclusion!”

Without waiting for Aunt Lan to respond, Qian Quexi kicked forward, lifted her robe, and swiftly ran out. Aunt Lan couldn’t stop her at all; Qian Quexi had already disappeared from her sight.

“Eh…” Aunt Lan stood up, frowning. “This Que’er, why is she still so reckless? Wouldn’t it be better to be an ordinary person? Do you really want to seek your own death like this?”

Qian Quexi hadn’t even gotten out of the Qian residence before being stopped.

Butler Zhuang Xian seemed to be stationed at the front gate, waiting specifically for Qian Quexi. “Young Master, Young Master, where are you going?”

“To the Bitter Bamboo Forest, to have a debate with Senior Brother Leng Feng of Mount Hua!” Though stopped, several questions popped up in Qian Quexi’s mind. However, hearing Butler Zhuang’s sincere and earnest inquiry, she kindly answered his questions.

Yet, the solemn tone she feigned and the words she spoke made the corner of Butler Zhuang’s mouth twitch involuntarily. This young master was becoming more and more incomprehensible. One moment he was polite and refined, the next he seemed to be missing a cog, speaking nonsense no one could understand.

“Young Master, but you’re not allowed to leave the Qian residence today!”

“Why? Are you planning to kidnap and imprison me? But I have no money. If you kidnap me, it’s better to kidnap Qian Wuque. At least the Grand Elder has money; he would come to pay your ransom!”

“Young Master, please don’t tease your humble servant!” Nearby, the bustling maids and guards overheard the conversation. Out of fear of Butler Zhuang’s authority, they dared not laugh, but kept their heads low, trembling slightly, causing Butler Zhuang to feel like crying.