Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In consideration of how satisfactorily the crown prince carried out her request, Qiao Mu glanced at the youth in black in a surprisingly amicable manner. “You are called Yu Xiu, right? Um, help me thank His Highness the Crown Prince when you return. Alright, you can leave after carrying everything inside!”
Look! Look at what this heartless child is saying! No wonder His Highness previously told him to be careful of this child and her routine of ignoring someone as soon as she obtained what she wanted.
The youth in black fixed his expression and cupped his hands toward Qiao Mu. “Little Lord, His Highness told this subordinate to follow your side from now on and work for you. Also, this subordinate isn’t called Yu Xiu! This subordinate’s name is Ao’ye 1 .”
“Yu Xiu is the captain of the Dragon Saliva Guard, Miss! Just how blind are you! Yu Xiu is always next to His Highness the Crown Prince, never farther than an inch away. It was reasonable to say that you had seen him more than one or two times, so how could you not recognize him? Shouldn’t you reflect on yourself!!!”
“Ao’ye?” the child looked at the handsome youth in black with a curious expression and quietly asked, “Is it because you frequently stay up all night that your crown prince gave you such a dodgy name?”
Ao’ye thought, “Heh! Miss, you’ve guessed incorrectly, that’s not it!”
“This subordinate is a member of the Night Pavilion, and every member of the Night Pavilion has the character Ye 1 in their name.”
“Oh.” Qiao Mu uninterestedly looked away, disinterested in asking him about what the Night Pavilion was. She guessed it was probably an organization under the rich crown prince’s control.
“You know how to drive a carriage?”
Ao’ye: “…Why do I feel like my life will be very unassuring by following Miss from now on!”
There was suddenly a commotion outside the courtyard, causing Qiao Mu to frown. “Stay here to watch over these items, I will go out and see what’s going on.”
“Yes,” Ao’ye responded with a fist salute.
With a hand, claws out, held behind her back, Qiao Mu walked out the door with a solemn expression and saw a 12-or-13-year-old young girl in red clothes who looked a bit familiar. She was quickly browsing through the wooden boxes, gasps and exclamations continuously coming out of her mouth.
“Mother, look at this satin. It feels so soft and comfortable. I have never seen such superior-quality material in my life! It can make two outfits and several handkerchiefs for me.”
“That’s right, that’s right! When our Yingchun wears this satin, she will surely be prettier than an immortal, hahaha!” A middle-aged woman who looked to be between 30 to 40 years old stood forward and picked up the silver-threaded satin from Qiao Yingchun’s hands, holding it against her daughter while continuously giggling.
Heavens, did Qiao Zhongbang’s family become wealthy overnight? So many carts of damask and satin, her eyes had turned dizzy from the variety! It would be even better if she could carry this all home! The woman was beaming like a blooming flower.
The workers who were moving the boxes were at a loss to know what to do as they looked at this pair of mother and daughter talking to themselves and mumbled, “This… this all isn’t… Little Miss…”
“Oh, what’s inside this small box?” Qiao Yingchun sharply caught a little maidservant around 10 years old, who was wearing a light green garment, climbing down from a carriage. Her sight immediately landed on the rosewood box in the little girl’s arms.
“Hm?” The little girl jolted in surprise. Seeing Qiao Yingchun about to shoot up and snatch it, the girl hastily protected it in her chest like she was guarding her food, tightly clutching the box without releasing it, and noisily protested, “You, you, you! Let go already! This isn’t for you. It belongs to our little master, hurry and let go.”
“You let go! Let me see what this is.” Qiao Yingchun’s eyes were all but glued to the box. Taking advantage of how she was taller than the girl, she furiously pulled on the box, finally wrestling it out of the little girl’s hands.
