Chapter Index

    The glow of the evening sunset was inlaid across the entirety of Luo City.

    On the street, a young girl wearing a loose, plain-colored long dress—deliberately trying to hide her figure—walked happily along the road.

    However, no matter how loosely the girl dressed, that overly exaggerated figure of hers remained impossible to conceal.

    On the street, many men would take a glance and then forget to turn their heads back, either walking into pillars or tripping over themselves.

    When some women on the street saw the girl, they felt even more inferior, their self-confidence severely shaken.

    And this was merely the result of Nong Qin deliberately concealing her figure and hiding her face behind a veil.

    Otherwise, those women might not have just felt inferior; they would likely have begun to doubt their very existence.

    Having a great figure was one thing, but to be that beautiful as well—how was anyone else supposed to live?

    As for the gazes on the street, Jiang Nongqin had long since grown accustomed to them, almost completely ignoring them.

    Furthermore, the girl was in a very good mood today; the cherry-red lips that curved up from time to time beneath her veil were the best proof of that.

    Carrying a vegetable basket, Jiang Nongqin returned home and began preparing the ingredients for tomorrow morning and noon.

    Some lunch dishes needed to be marinated early; otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough time for the flavors to soak in.

    After handling the ingredients that needed marinating, Nong Qin stood in the kitchen, pondering what to make for Her Highness tomorrow morning.

    “Maybe I’ll make leek and pork dumplings tomorrow morning,” Nong Qin thought happily.

    Tomorrow, Her Highness would wake up halfway through the Mao hour (6:30 AM). If she woke up at the Yin hour (4:00 AM) to buy the freshest pork and leeks, then rolled the dough and finally wrapped and fried the dumplings, she should have enough time.

    Thinking about how Her Highness had been eating the meals she prepared these past few days, a happy and innocent smile appeared on Nong Qin’s charming face.

    The daughter-like happiness overflowing from her eyes and her doting, joyful appearance formed a sharp contrast with her exaggerated figure.

    Even imagining Her Highness praising her dumplings tomorrow made the girl stand on her tiptoes with joy; her happy appearance made one feel as if she might start spinning around while holding her skirt in the next moment.

    In the evening, after bathing, the girl lay on her bed with her hair wiped dry but still slightly damp.

    Recalling that Her Highness had promised her a request today, the girl felt both happy and troubled at the thought.

    The happiness went without saying; to receive a promise from Her Highness was the most precious treasure to her, the kind she wouldn’t trade even for a divine weapon.

    The trouble, however, was how she should use that promise from Her Highness.

    She wanted to wash Her Highness’s clothes, and she also wanted Her Highness to accompany her shopping, or… could Her Highness feed her a meal?

    “Ah… it’s so hard to choose, what should I do? I want all of them…”

    Clutching her pillow, Nong Qin rolled around on the bed, though every roll looked quite difficult, as if they were high-difficulty maneuvers.

    Stopping her rolling, the girl’s eyes peeked out from behind the pillow she was hugging, blinking like stars twinkling in the sky—perhaps even more beautiful than those stars.

    “Sister Nongqin. Sister Nongqin.”

    Just as the girl was lost in her happy troubles, a familiar voice sounded from outside the courtyard.

    The girl quickly gathered her thoughts, stepped off the bed with her long legs, and slightly straightened her collar, which had become messy from rolling around.

    Nong Qin walked out of the room and opened the courtyard gate.

    “Sister Wormwood, why are you here~” Still immersed in her previous happiness, the girl’s voice still carried a hint of joy.

    Under the moonlight, seeing Nong Qin’s charming face, her fine figure beneath her nightgown, and especially the happy smile on her lips, Wormwood couldn’t help but be stunned.

    Even as a woman herself, her heart couldn’t help but race at this moment.

    Such a girl was truly too beautiful.

    No wonder so many people wanted to claim Nong Qin for themselves back then. If she hadn’t been one of His Highness’s people and later recruited by Her Highness Su Ying, no one would have dared to target her.

    Otherwise, would this girl still have such an innocent smile?

    For a moment, Wormwood couldn’t bear to speak the contents of the letter, reluctant to let her enter a dangerous place. Perhaps staying in Luo City to cultivate was the best outcome for this girl.

    But Wormwood knew even better that no one could defy Her Highness Su Ying’s will.

    “Nong Qin, there is something I must tell you,” Wormwood spoke with difficulty.

    “Sister Wormwood, please come in first. The wind is cold outside.”

    “Mm.”

    Wormwood nodded and followed Nong Qin into the courtyard and into the girl’s bedroom.

    Nong Qin prepared tea with her delicate hands; her elegant movements and graceful figure left Wormwood with no desire to even compare herself.

    Wormwood even felt that such a girl should belong to His Highness, and could only belong to His Highness.

    “Sister, have some tea.” Nong Qin placed the teacup in her fair, tender palm.

    Wormwood took the tea and took a light sip. It was clearly just ordinary mortal tea, yet in the girl’s hands, it tasted so wonderful.

    “Did Sister come looking for Nong Qin for something?”

    Nong Qin sat down in front of Wormwood.

    “Mm,” Wormwood put down the teacup and spoke with some guilt, “Does Sister know about the recent events?”

    “Recent events?” Nong Qin blinked her eyes innocently.

    Lately, the girl’s heart only held Lin Xun; how could she pay attention to anything else?

    “It’s like this.”

    Wormwood didn’t quite dare to look directly into Nong Qin’s eyes.

    “A Secret Realm has opened in the Desolate Domain. People from the Nine Provinces and even the Demon Race World will head to that new Secret Realm. However, in truth, that Secret Realm is very strange. The Zilin Sacred Lord, the Island Master of Penglai, the Sect Master of the Myriad Sword Pavilion, and the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley are all trapped.”

    “They are all trapped?” Nong Qin’s cherry lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with shock, unable to believe such a Secret Realm existed.

    “Mm.”

    Wormwood nodded.

    “This time, Jiang Qingshang and some Elders of the Zilin Holy Land went to explore the secret, but in reality, it is a rescue mission.

    As for the external propaganda that the Secret Realm contains Heaven And Earth Treasures, that was all news spread by our Ten Thousand Demon Sect.

    The goal is to lure more people there; the more people there are, the easier it is to create chaos and eliminate Jiang Qingshang. Within the Zilin Holy Land group, someone will help us.”

    “Sister Wormwood means that in the Zilin Holy Land team, there is a traitor!”

    “Yes.”

    Wormwood took a deep breath, and although no one was around, she still subconsciously lowered her voice.

    “To ensure nothing goes wrong, Her Highness Su Ying will lead the team herself this time.”

    “So…” Wormwood lowered her head, for some reason not daring to look into Nong Qin’s eyes, fearing that this girl’s beautiful smile would vanish because of her words.

    “Sister Nongqin, tomorrow… tomorrow I’m afraid you must return to the Sect with me.”

    When Wormwood’s final words landed, inside Nong Qin’s chest, her small heart suddenly shuddered.

    The girl lowered her eyelids, her fingers gently pinching the hem of her nightgown.

    “Tomorrow…”

    The girl said softly, as if talking to herself.

    Was she leaving tomorrow already?

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