Translator: Misty Cloud  Editor: Misty Cloud

When that thought came to mind, his feet just followed behind helplessly.

Feng Qing Ge saw what was going on from behind and her brows came together, her gaze swinging over to look at the ordinary looking horse carriage before her steps followed suit, walking forward as well.

On the other side, Guan Xi Lin reached the side of the horse carriage and handed a Fried Scallion Pancake to Leng Shuang. “This is for you. There is also Green Bean Soup. You should take them while they’re still hot and we can go after you finish.”

Leng Shuang looked at him and reached out to receive the snacks, offering a quick word of thanks.

He then stepped up onto the horse carriage and his hand had already lifted the curtain just about to go inside while he said: “Little Jiu, the Fried Scallion Pancake is still hot. The elderly Uncle said it will go very well with Green Bean Soup and so I brought back for the two of you a portion each.”

From inside the carriage, Feng Jiu reached her hand out and took the Fried Scallion Pancake together with the Green Bean Soup as she said with her face all smiles: “Green Bean Soup! I haven’t had that for a long time! That’s great Big Brother, thank you!”

“Heh heh, thanks for what? As long as you like it, it’s fine. On our way back, we should buy several house maids back and have them serve you and prepare nice food for you.” Having been around her for so long, he knew she was a glutton for good food.

“Sure.”

She said, smiling in agreement. Seeing him seated back inside, Feng Jiu opened up the bag and was about to bite into the Fried Scallion Pancake when she suddenly heard a voice that was not unfamiliar to her come in.

“Miss Guan, this is Murong Yi Xuan.”

[Miss Guan? Who is he addressing?]

Feng Jiu within the horse carriage was surprised as she looked at her equally surprised free elder brother, asking without a sound: [What’s going on?]

Guan Xi Lin bit into his Fried Scallion Pancake and said: “We just met when I was buying these things. His name is Murong Yi Xuan, and he mentioned something about having offended you back in the Rock Forest Town previously and wants to apologise to you.”

Speaking of that, he was feeling slightly irked and he went on: “I’ve already told him that there’s no need and he still comes following behind. I really don’t know what he’s up to!”

“I’d better go down and go take a look!” He put the Fried Scallion Pancake down and was just going to draw the curtain open when he suddenly turned around to say to Feng Jiu: “Little Jiu, put on your veil first.”

The scars on Little Jiu’s face still had not healed and she always wore a veil whenever she went out. He didn’t wish for people to look at her through tinted glasses after seeing her scarred face.

“Mm.” Feng Jiu smiled and put on her face veil, feeling rather puzzled about what Murong Yi Xuan wanted to do.

Waiting outside the horse carriage, Murong Yi Xuan was feeling rather nervous and his palms were sweating profusely. His gaze was filled with anticipation as he looked at the horse carriage and thought to himself: [Will she open the curtain? Does she remember that she has met him twice already?]

Leng Shuang who was seated outside the horse carriage saw the look of eager anticipation on Murong Yi Xuan’s face and her brows creased together, giving him a rather strange look.

[What was this Murong Yi Xuan trying to do here? From what she knew, isn’t he already engaged to the Feng Qing Ge of the Feng Residence? Why was he still staring the horse carriage with such longing and nervousness?]

The curtain was pulled open by Guan Xi Lin and he stepped out of the carriage. He drew the curtain closed as he stepped off and stared at Murong Yi Xuan standing before the carriage to say: “Haven’t I told you that there is no need for you to apologise for anything? Why have you followed me all the way here?”

At that moment, Murong Yi Xuan was staring slightly dazed at the horse carriage as the sight of the girl inside the carriage he had seen when the curtain had been lifted made his heart start to thump madly once more.

She wasn’t wearing red clothes today, but it had been a white dress, with a similarly coloured face veil across her face. She had quietly sat there leaning against the side of the carriage, an air of refined elegance surrounding her, appearing tranquil, and graceful.

And when she was wearing those red clothes, she was flamboyant and alluring like the blazing sun, her every movement languid, mesmerizingly indolent, seemingly like every time he saw her, she would shock his spirit in different ways, causing him to be helplessly mesmerized every single time…..