Volume 1: Gathering Winds of Splendor Chapter 43: The Chameleon Young Master

  "It takes time to see a person's heart, General's tolerance towards Miss will be understood sooner or later." Si Jin said with a low voice, seeing An Xin's unyielding expression, looking somewhat disheartened.

  "Hey, Jin Yu'er didn't expect you to unintentionally tell a dirty joke, and it really has a bit of your mistress's style, not bad, not bad." An Xin suddenly laughed, with a rich smile on his face. "However, whether the day is long or short has nothing much to do with me, how long it takes you still have to ask your mother."

  "Miss, what are you saying? I don't understand." Si Jin looked at An Xin with innocent eyes, not understanding why the miss was smiling so slyly.

  "It's okay if you don't understand for now, this is just a congenital lack of understanding, and it will be fine with some cultivation later." He patted Xijin's shoulder reassuringly, thinking that he had finally discovered the first benefit of coming to Beijing - there were many people, especially women. That meant he could chat with them and exercise his tongue to see if it was still as nimble as before.

  "Miss, I don't understand what you're saying more and more." Si Jin felt as if his brain had turned into a mess, his ability to think had vanished.

  "Jinyou, this isn't a weakness, it's a flaw! It seems your sensitivity still needs to be improved, or you won't be able to keep up with my rhythm and I'll get frustrated." Anxin looked down at her long skirt that covered even the tips of her shoes, and couldn't help but kick out in annoyance. But unexpectedly, she kicked right onto the hem of her skirt, almost causing her left and right legs to tangle together. If it wasn't for Sizhen's quick reflexes in supporting her, today she would have definitely fallen flat on her face, losing all dignity and face."

  "Miss, can't you just walk properly?" Si Jin said sympathetically, looking at Qi Qi who was clinging to An Xin's shoulder and almost fell.

  "Is this skirt for humans? What a terrible designer, their aesthetic level is already bad enough, don't they even understand comfort?" Grinding her teeth in frustration.

  Jin's mind was getting more and more muddled, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

  "Alas, life is as desolate as snow. Heroes always stand alone at the peak, unappreciated by anyone. And what's more, for someone like me, a heroic woman who stands tall and unwavering, you ordinary people wouldn't understand." Anxin's face showed a hint of melancholy, she let out a long sigh, shook her head and lamented.

  "Xin'er, meimei, this is well said." Si Jin was still wiping the virtual sweat that kept appearing on his forehead, and before he could speak, he heard a bright and clear male voice coming from behind him.

  "You're just a bootlicker, stop flattering, I'm not buying that." An Xin didn't even bother to turn her head.

  "Xin'er, little sister, I came specifically to see if you've been bullied by Yulan Flower. Shouldn't you be speaking softly to me with a grateful heart?" Ling Yi Hen caught up quickly and walked alongside An Xin, complaining as he turned his head.

  "What's the hurry? Yu Hua has already gone 108,000 miles away. Now you're coming over, and the Huanghua dish is cold." An Xin gave him a chilly glance and said in a cool tone.

  "I wasn't watching Qian Yu and the beauty chatting with such vividness, I was so absorbed in it that I forgot about the time." Ling Yi Hen said with a pleased smile, catching An Xin's disapproving gaze out of the corner of his eye, he quickly shut up and tried to make amends, "Xin Er sister isn't a female hero, would she be afraid of that weak little Yulan? He's lucky to not have been broken by Xin Er sister already."

  "This is great, I love listening to it." An Xin felt that her vanity had been greatly satisfied, and she laughed loudly with her hands on her hips, instantly attracting the attention of passing maids who all turned their eyes to her.

  Si Jin, walking behind the two of them, wiped away another bead of sweat. In her heart, she couldn't help but feel ashamed for her own young mistress. Who was it that just said they wouldn't fall for that trick? Yet in the blink of an eye, she had overturned her own words, and on her face, there wasn't even a hint of shame.

  "I heard that Yulan Flower gave you three days to stay in the capital? How about going with me to tour the capital tomorrow?" Ling Yi Hen raised his eyes and glanced at An Xin's disheveled hair, his eyes flashing as he spoke.

  "You can all go and be news anchors now, something that happened a minute ago, how did it spread to your ears so quickly?" An Xin thought that although ancient times didn't have mobile phones, the news still spread quickly enough.

  "This isn't about caring for you, I'm afraid Yulan will bully you." Ling Yihen answered irrelevantly, after a moment, continuing the previous topic, "I know all the good places to eat, drink and have fun in the capital, if Heart follows me, she'll definitely be satisfied."

  "You're just a spoiled brat, look at how smug you are." An Xin gave him a disdainful glance, her face somewhat pale. "I want to meet that Qinglian girl right now, by the way, who bought her for the night? Qian Yu or Yue Zheng Xi?"

  Ling Yi Hen gazed at An Xin's dazzling eyes, which shone like stars, and his heart skipped a beat. "The eldest son of the Chancellor's Manor has bid 1,000 taels of gold."

  "Sighing with relief, 'Fortunately, I brought a lot of silver tickets today, but it was all for nothing. Not only did I not get any bargains, but the most infuriating thing is that I didn't even catch a glimpse of Qinglian's appearance.'"

  "She's not as good-looking as you, so it doesn't matter if you don't see her." Ling Yihen said softly, with a mental comparison of Qinglian from Yiran Garden.

  Anxin exclaimed, her tone full of doubt, "Your words are exactly the same as Yuhua's, not a single word different. Since you both say so, then Qinglian is indeed not worth my second visit."

  "You're a girl, shouldn't you be interested in handsome guys?" Ling Yihen said in confusion.

  "Even the most beautiful things can lead to aesthetic fatigue after seeing them too many times, and people are no exception. I haven't seen a beauty in years, and I really miss it." An Xin yawned and quickened his pace towards Qingxin Pavilion. After walking for a while, he thought of something and asked Ling Yihen who was following him, "Who is Qian Yu? What's her title?"

  "The tenth young master ranked sixth, is a man of the rivers and lakes, known as Thousand Face Lang Jun." Ling Yihen said frankly.

  "Is his disguise technique really that amazing?" An Xin raised an eyebrow.

  "It's said that he can change into a thousand different faces in an instant, and as for disguise, no one can surpass him." Ling Yihen nodded in agreement.

  "It's really unfortunate to be his wife." An Xin suddenly sighed and said.

  "Why?" Ling Yihen was taken aback, unclear how he had gotten entangled with his wife.

  "Qian Yu's wife spent her whole life sleeping with him, yet she never got to see his true face. Isn't that pitiful enough?" An Xin said with a smirk.

  "It's indeed rare to see someone who can see the true appearance of Qian Yu. Ling Yi Hen lost his smile, "However, I can at least guarantee that the Qian Yu you saw today is absolutely his true self."

  "I'm not interested in him, tomorrow after I wake up, remember to find me, we'll go eat that dish called Beggar's Chicken together." An Xin saw Qing Xin Tang and dropped a sentence before walking in.

  Ling Yi Hen did not make a sound, only nodding, until An Xin's figure disappeared from view before turning to leave.