This little fellow was sharp! And he knew quite a bit too. It seems like he often travelled through the human world.
Ning Xuemo continued chewing on a piece of meat. âDo you know Emperor Le Xuan? Howâs your relationship with him?â
âI know him but I have no relationship with him. Why? Was the reason you ran all the way here have something to do with him?â
No matter how often a ginseng spirit entered the human world, he couldnât associate with the emperors. After all, his entire body of tender meat was the immortality elixir those emperors dreamed of day and night...
She heard that Emperor Le Xuan often showed himself in public during festivals so the commoners that recognised him werenât few.
If the little ginseng spirit was watching from the cover of a crowd then he really could have seen the Emperor.
So when he said that he knew the Emperor but had no relationship with him, it shouldnât be considered false.
Ning Xuemo thought quickly before giving a clear analysis. She smiled. âYep, a large part of it has something to do with him. He actually wanted to trap me by sending me a large pile of betrothal gifts.â
Jiu Zun looked her up and down. âWhy? Didnât you break off the engagement with the Sixth Prince? Le Xuan didnât agree to it? Did he still want to force the Sixth Prince to marry you?â
âOh! You really know quite a lot! You actually knew about this too?â Ning Xuemo glanced suspiciously at him. Didnât this kid know a bit too much?
âI visited the capital of Chang Kong Country around ten days ago.â Jiu Zun explained simply. Looking at her mouth and hands which were covered in oil and grease, he tossed a handkerchief over. âFirst wipe up.â
The handkerchief was snow white. At a glance, one would notice the excellent craftsmanship.
Ning Xuemo secretly examined it. No matter if it was the workmanship or the material, they were both first-rate.
But it was different from the ones the Ancestor used; both the pattern and texture was different. It seems like they really werenât the same person...
âIt is true that the Sixth Prince is not good enough for you⌠Since you had made a bet that was enforced by the immortal boy who follows by the Ancestorâs side, this engagement should have been terminated. Did Emperor Le Xuan actually dare disagree?â
âYou misunderstood. Those betrothal gifts werenât for the marriage with the Sixth Prince. It was meant for when he takes me in as a consort. He even when as far as to confer me the title of âBeast Consortâ...â Just thinking about this name, Ning Xuemo felt anger surging up again. âBeast his sister!â
Jiu Zun â...â
He once again gave her a glance. âSo it was like this. Why are you escaping from the marriage? Isnât marrying the Emperor and entering the harem the dream of many women?â
âOh please! Iâm only 13 years old this year whereas heâs already over 40. Heâs old enough to be my dad. Iâm not going to marry some old fellow with a foot in the grave!â Ning Xuemo patted her hands before standing up. âAlright, enough of the gossip. We should continue travelling.â
Jiu Zun slowly got up. So it seemed in her eyes, being over 40 was already someone with one foot in the grave?
Then about him...
âLetâs go, letâs go!â Ning Xuemo carried him on her back with practised movements before turning her body to head towards the north.
This road wasnât viable; she had to find another way.
âWhere are you going?â
âThe north. That was where that damned bird brought me from.â Though she was quite alarmed at the danger she was in while riding on that birdâs head, she hadnât forgotten to take note of the geography and direction.
Though the road down the mountain was still steep, at least there was plenty of trees, allowing her an easier time descending...
âThe north mountain is too far. Continue in the original direction.â Jiu Zun obviously wasnât willing to take a detour.
âDear, there isnât even a single stalk of grass on that cliff face, so how do you suggest I descend it? Are you going to grow a pair of wings and carry me to the bottom?â Ning Xuemo didnât even turn her head around and continued walking forward.
Suddenly, she felt her feet being caught, as if her legs had been tied up, making her unable to take another step forward. Jiu Zunâs voice calmly sounded from behind her. âYou can only go from here. You can think of a way.â
Ning Xuemo â...â Without question, her legs being bound was definitely this little thingâs doing!
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