Chapter 1: The Sleeping Flower Pavilion

  Every hair on his body stood up, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to his heart, and the little grass stiffened for half a day before mechanically turning its head.

  Mr. Chen stood behind her, wearing a white nightgown and a cloak, his eyes slightly cold as he gazed at her.

  The scene was like a mouse that had just started to move, and a big cat came running over and crouched behind you, meowing. If she hadn't had good mental endurance, she would have taken off running.

  "Master..." Little Cao struggled to find the right words, and was so anxious that she broke out in a cold sweat, tears welling up in her eyes: "I just... couldn't sleep and came out to take a look at the moon."

  Chen Baiyue was stunned by the tears in her eyes, and his face suddenly softened. He walked over to her side, sat down, and asked, "Why are you crying?"

  This is a test of a catcher's professional quality, as well as his language organization ability and storytelling ability when he is undercover.

  She thought of her chicken legs, then thought of the black shadow in prison who wanted to eat her chicken legs. Xiaocao sobbed twice: "My father is still imprisoned in Tianyuan, wrongly accused for so many years, his only wish is to be able to eat a chicken leg every day. I came to Chen's house and was able to earn chicken legs, but unexpectedly caught the eye of young master Da, became his personal maid, now can't leave the house, my father also has no chicken legs to eat. Thinking about this, I couldn't sleep."

  Flawless! Absolutely flawless! Is there a problem?

  Mr. Chen smiled lightly after a moment of silence: "This is simple, I'll instruct someone to deliver your chicken legs every day, isn't that good?"

  "Really?" Her eyes sparkled immediately.

  Chen Baiyue nodded and gently stroked Xiaocao's hair: "You're also a poor thing."

  His eyebrows and eyes were given special effects by the moonlight, making him look even more intoxicating. The little grass looked up at his eyes, and their gazes were a bit dazed.

  Only Duan Shi Yi liked to touch her head, every time it felt like a pet being stroked. But when this person looked at her like that, she felt that she was a woman, being cherished by the person in front of her...

  Wait, this Chen Da young master, isn't he thinking of hitting on her?!

  A sudden movement made her stand up, and the little grass retreated two steps back, saying: "I'm tired, I'll go back to sleep first."

  Chen Baiyue's hand hovered in mid-air for a moment before he chuckled and withdrew it: "Alright."

  Be careful, the liver is jumping up and down, the little grass hurriedly rolled back into the quilt, reached out to touch the key hanging on its neck.

  If he happens to grab the rope around his neck and pulls it with all his might, won't she be done for?

  Two keys made a slight clinking sound, Xiao Cao furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, the third key, if it wasn't elsewhere, would only be on Chen Baiyue's body.

  But wait, why didn't Mr. Chen get drugged and was able to come out and chat with her?

  She clearly remembered blowing the mysterious smoke into Chen Baiyue's room as well, hadn't it expired yet?

  This is a bit of a problem, if they can't steal all three keys at once, then tomorrow when they wake up and find two keys missing, they will definitely change the lock, so her efforts tonight would be in vain.

  No way!

  The little grass sprang up, looked down at her own black and messy nightgown, immediately went to the next room of the maid, stole a piece of gauze, wrapped herself in a small cloak, lit a candle and painted a makeup on her face.

  Capturing the thief sometimes requires sacrifice, and for a beautiful and moving capture like this one, it's necessary to use her beauty as bait. If the key is on Master Chen, then she can only enter the tiger's den.

  Honestly, she didn't really fall for this young master's appearance, nor did she want to take advantage of him. It was just a job requirement, let's see how things go.

  The moon was dark and the wind was strong, and Duan Xiaocao's clothes fluttered as she floated towards Mr. Chen's room.

  She's confident, just now Mr. Chen was so gentle to her, now she's all dressed up, he'll definitely be even gentler. With this gentleness coming and going, the key might quietly fall into her hands who knows.

  The light in Chen Baiyue's room was still on, and the door hadn't been closed, as if waiting for someone to come.

  The little grass classmate who didn't notice anything at all pushed the door open with great enthusiasm and went in.

  The young master of the Chen family was very elegant, with two cups of tea on the table, quietly holding one and drinking.

  If the person who came in was an assassin, or anyone else for that matter, Chen Baiyue could say with a straight face: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, come and taste this Longjing tea after the rain, isn't it fragrant?"

  This way, it shocked the opponent in terms of momentum.

  However, what came in was Duan Xiaocao. Chen Baiyu had just prepared to recite his lines, and when he looked up, he saw a face that was purple and red with a swollen nose and puffy cheeks.

  The fragrant Longjing tea was all sprayed out after the rain.

  Duan Xiaocao wiped her face, which had been moistened by the "rainwater", with her hand and stomped her foot in a spoiled manner like the maidservants in the courtyard: "Young Master, what are you doing!"

  Chen Baiyue's emotions were a bit complicated, looking at the unfortunate child in front of him, he helplessly stretched out his hand to pull her over, took out his own handkerchief and gently wiped away the things on her face: "I didn't expect it was you, what a pity about this makeup."

  The little grass hung down its eyes, and its gaze swept back and forth on his waist, but it didn't see the key bag, just didn't know if there was one in the sleeve pocket on his body. If not on his body, then he could only look for it in the house.

  The young master wiped and wiped, following the gaze of the little grass to look down at himself, inexplicably a bit red-faced: "What are you looking at?"

  The little grass quickly withdrew its gaze and chuckled twice: "Nothing."

  Her face was clean, but she still wore a thin silk dress. It's unknown what this girl was thinking, wearing thin silk is nice, but inside there was black pajamas and outside there was a cloak.

  Chen Baiyue was a bit speechless and casually threw away her handkerchief, looking at her and asking: "So late, what's the matter with finding me?"

  The little servant nodded, her eyes darting left and right: "I'm not used to sleeping in unfamiliar places, I came to find Young Master to chat with."

  Chen Baiyue: "......"

  It's not the first time something like this has happened in this courtyard since childhood, but when the girl in front of him said so, he found it a bit funny, and at the same time, his throat felt a bit tight.

  It's probably been too long since he last had a woman, so he wasn't picky. Although he knew she was trouble, he still didn't call someone to come and catch her.

  "What would you like to talk about?"

  It's late at night, a lonely woman, with no lights on, what can we talk about?

  The little servant girl said seriously: "I can give massages and press your muscles, would you like to try? While I massage you, we can chat about life."

  Chen Baiwen looked at her with a profound gaze, then nodded and got up to lie down on the bed.

  The little grass also followed and knelt down beside him, pulling up his sleeves to look at the acupoints on his body, taking a deep breath.

  "I've offended you, young master."

  Chen Baiyue knew that a person's back was full of acupuncture points, and giving his back to a stranger was truly an unwise choice. Yet he did it anyway.

  This little grass, as expected, did not disappoint, and with one move, it was his sleeping spot.