Fate Trading System – Chapter 82

Plan A

Gift of the Spring Breeze 16

Asexual

Lan Yue’s expression didn’t change, she just naturally nodded her head.

Qin Yi felt somewhat strange and stood quietly on one side observing.

“Open the coffin.”

Lan Yue gave the order, and the leading servant’s face changed.

“Second Miss, although the Eldest Young Master hasn’t been buried yet, it’s already been a few days since he was put into the coffin, and it’s already been nailed shut. Do you not trust us by requesting to open the coffin now?”

Although people in the Jianghu don’t have many formalities, there is still a basic hierarchy.

Lan Yue’s request to open her biological brother’s coffin is considered disrespectful, but that servant contradicting her is even more disrespectful.

“Of course not, but do you want to defy my order?”

“Let me ask the Master.”

The situation is very obvious; these people should belong to Lan Yue’s father. They are very afraid of Lan Yue, as she is the Second Miss and very powerful.

Lan Yue’s relationship with her brother is still pending, and her calmness about opening the coffin to examine the corpse is frightening.

However, there were already earlier signs. Lan Yue clearly knew her brother had died, and although she traveled day and night by carriage, her appearance wasn’t haggard at all. If one were observant, they’d notice she wasn’t anxious at all.

If it were one’s closest loved one who had an incident, they would surely rush back immediately.

How could she still be like this, riding in a luxurious carriage and arriving here unhurriedly?

Moreover, when Lan Yue saw her brother’s coffin, she wasn’t sad at all, let alone crying loudly.

The first thing she did when she arrived was to want to open the coffin.

“Up to you, it’s fine if you don’t open it. I just want to see a bit more clearly; there’s no need to disturb the Master for this kind of thing.”

Lan Yue waved her hand, as if lost in thought.

Opening her own brother’s coffin is a small matter?

Master?

Qin Yi was touching his little finger, his gaze spinning behind Lan Yue.

“Young Master Qin, come with me. Let’s first settle down. After all, you’re also a guest; you’ll just need to wait a few days.”

Lan Yue turned to say to Qin Yi.

“No problem. After all, I voluntarily offered to help, so however Miss Lan arranges things is fine with us, we have no objections.”

Though he said this, Qin Yi knew that Lan Yue wouldn’t possibly treat them poorly.

“Actually, Young Master Qin doesn’t need to stay; Lan Yue can solve it herself. If Young Master Qin wants to leave now, Lan Yue will surely gift you a fine horse to send you off.”

Lan Yue’s voice paused as she said these words.

Lan Yue is persuading Qin Yi to leave. Last time, she said it softly, and Qin Yi thought about it all night, planning to wade into the muddy waters. Having already reached the destination, Lan Yue again persuades him.

“I once received Miss’s kindness and naturally must fully assist. Besides, I’m very interested in this case.”

“Although the court doesn’t interfere in Jianghu matters, we’re all people of the king’s land, and as a constable, how can I sit and ignore it?”

Qin Yi expressed his determination to Lan Yue, and Lan Yue nodded, revealing a smile.

Qin Yi and Su Xin were settled by Lan Yue in a very luxurious room. Qin Yi turned around twice in the room and lay on the bed, clicking his tongue twice.

Truly worthy of Jinling’s wealthy people, this life isn’t ordinarily good.

Qin Yi didn’t stay in the mansion but went outside to stroll around.

Su Xin happily followed him, moving with him through the crowd.

Seeing delicious things, Father Qin, with a loving and doting smile, kept paying and paying.

Su Xin was eating candied hawthorn, one stick in each hand. Originally, she only wanted to buy one stick, but the vendor selling the candied hawthorn saw she looked good and gave her one more.

“Um… can looking good mean you don’t have to pay?”

Can you swipe your face?

“Of course… not possible.”

You know you’ll be sold off like this, right?

Jinling has many wealthy merchants, with its long, bustling streets surrounded by numerous tea houses and wine shops, various antique, jade, calligraphy, painting, and flower shops, and streets filled with mixed pleasant aromas.

The red-light district is far on the other side, also very lively.

Jinling is surrounded by water, with many painted boats and elegant brothels by the water.

After eating a round, Su Xin satisfiedly rubbed her stomach.

“Are you full?”

Qin Yi also ate some, but he’s not interested in snacks and candies.

“No, I can’t feel full. Although I can eat mortal food, it’s still better not to eat too much, as it will damage the purity of spiritual power.”

“Okay, then you play by yourself for now. I’m going to see some people, investigate some things, and I’ll see you in the evening.”

It’s already afternoon now, and soon his daughter-in-law will be able to come out, so Qin Yi isn’t worried about Su Xin being lonely.

“Will there be no accidents?”

Su Xin was somewhat worried; she wanted to stay close.

She didn’t know why but coming here gave her a not very good premonition.

“It’s fine, my martial skills are enough to protect myself.”

Girl, your father’s not bragging. Your father’s really powerful; being the world’s number one divine constable isn’t just talk.

“Okay, then I’ll go play with sister in the evening. I’ll first go back to see if there are any ghosts. If I can meet that girl’s brother’s ghost, I might just know some things, right?”

“Mm, good.”

Qin Yi nodded.

“Does the Young Master like any girl?”

Qin Yi neither nodded nor shook his head. He just looked at Su Xin with a very complicated expression.

“Maybe, a graceful lady is a gentleman’s good pursuit. What about you?”

Qin Yi shrugged his shoulders. He actually wanted to know how, in such a short time, Su Xin became close with that ghost.

It really makes people angry.

“I… I don’t know. Sister can’t be without me; she treats me well, so I naturally want to treat her well.”

Qin Yi frowned strangely. Is this mutual affection?

“Young Master, go and take care of your own things. I really like sister, and I hope that one day, you can find someone you like, and she will like you too.”

This is the wish of the pear flower demon, hoping that the one who saved her, her sweetheart, will happily live together with the person he loves.

“Young Master, if you really like Miss Lan, I can help you.”

Helping father find mother is a very important matter.

“Adults’ matters, children shouldn’t meddle.”

Qin Yi cleared his throat twice and left the place.

Su Xin didn’t want to stay in a strange place with people coming and going. This place was too big, with too many people, and her appearance was too conspicuous, so she became invisible and waited until dark.

As dusk approached, Ling Zhi’s figure appeared.

“I’m a little worried.”

Su Xin leaned on Ling Zhi.

“How so?”

“I don’t know, it’s an indescribable feeling. If only there could be a red thread tying me and the Young Master together, then I could know where he is anytime, anywhere.”

Ling Zhi’s temperature had already turned cold, and after hearing this sentence, her initially smiling face turned cold.

Her little fool always manages to unexpectedly annoy her a bit. What’s a red thread? Can it be tied randomly?

“This place is so big, there must be a Yue Lao Temple, right? Why don’t we go ask him for one?”

Su Xin still looked eager, pulling Ling Zhi, as if she wanted to put her words into action.

Su Xin, of course, understands what the red thread means, but the pear flower demon doesn’t, so she can pretend ignorance to tease the ghost sister.

“Little fool.”

Ling Zhi pulled Su Xin into her embrace, lightly biting her face once, then turning the bite into a lick, her tongue moving from Su Xin’s face to her earlobe.

“Why are you thinking about this every day?”

Su Xin felt somewhat weak, leaning in Ling Zhi’s embrace. This ghost always wants to touch and hug her.

Although she doesn’t hate this kind of thing, sometimes she’s even very proactive and likes it a lot, but in this world, for some reason, her demand isn’t big.

“Because I’m thinking of you every day.”

“Old lecher.”

“I am indeed.”

A few hundred years old is considered old, lecherous, hmm… only lecherous towards the little fool, ghost, she was already dead.

“Hmph.”

Su Xin puffed her cheeks, lightly snorting.

“Why can’t you just be like me? You’re already dead, and still so…”

“Because you’re a tree.”

“What’s wrong with trees?”

“Plants don’t have gender.”

Have you seen any plant that can move or beat because of this kind of thing? Plants, although they have pistils and stamens, many actually rely on mediums to self-pollinate.

Ling Zhi took Su Xin to a place, thoroughly discussing the explanation of terms with her, and carried the term “lecherous ghost” through to the end.

“Stop doing that.”

The fresh, juicy big pear almost cried, not knowing where Ling Zhi pulled out such endless variety, once very obediently making her comfortable, now actually daring to tease her.

“Be good.”

Ling Zhi’s voice was low, with a smile.

Their location this time was quite peculiar, on the water.

To be precise, in a small boat on the river.

The small boat swayed lightly, and the wind carried away the muffled sounds.

“If you tease me again, believe it or not, I’ll turn back to my original form!”

Su Xin was angry, biting Ling Zhi’s shoulder aggrievedly.

Although she can’t turn into a tree, turning into a branch is still very easy!

Turn into a branch and see what you do!

Asexual plants aren’t afraid!

In society, your sister Xin!

“Stop teasing.”

Ling Zhi touched a handful of pear seeds, beginning to coax the angry little fool.

This little goblin always acts on impulse, maybe if not talked well, she’d just turn into a branch, then who would she cry to?

But a lesson should always be taught, otherwise she’ll always speak carelessly.

“Will you still dare to talk about tying red threads with others next time?”

Ling Zhi licked the cherries Su Xin bought, smacking her lips, indicating that the taste wasn’t bad. Next time, she could eat more; she always quite liked eating cherries.

“No more…”

Sure enough, it was because of the red thread matter—this very vengeful, petty, unreasonable, troublemaking old lecher!

“You know, the red thread can only be tied with one person, only with someone you like.”

“Mm.”

Su Xin hums in response.

The evening wind is still very cool, blowing through the willow trees on the riverbank, reaching the small boat here, with water waves rippling, slowly moving forward.

This is a very strange yet exciting feeling, the bed is moving.

The boat won’t capsize, right?

In a daze, Su Xin thought this.

But there’s still one problem, if the red thread can only be with one person, then how does np come about?

By the time the rock sugar pear stew was ready, Su Xin was almost a useless pear.

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