Chapter 3, is it not Liu Qin?

The saintess wishes to present them to Miss Zhou, despite her beauty being like a flower, who truly knows her temperament? The witchcraft of Nanzhao has always been formidable; if they were to place some poison or curse on a maid like Xiao Wan, it would surely cause even greater unease

However, for me, it is exactly what I desire

That person had a tall and slender figure, with flowing black hair and sleeves fluttering gracefully. Under the silk lantern, although his features were not clearly visible, just from a distant glance, I almost wanted to call out his name.

Seeing that everyone was looking at me, I could only awkwardly clear my throat, lower my head, and say: "That man just now, wasn't he a handsome man? Miss Zhou would surely be delighted to see him."

The little mosquito immediately patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go down, go down!"

If it were not for Lin Qiuxiao holding my hand tightly, I fear I would have truly fallen

It was that Zhou Ruoyin, with a pair of narrow yet expressive eyes, constantly roaming over my face, making me feel as uncomfortable as if a caterpillar were crawling on my neck

When quietly glancing at the young men beside him, they could indeed all be considered handsome. Some were gentle and refined, others charming and dashing, or strikingly beautiful like women. Under the backdrop of the sky-blue robes, they appeared even more ethereal and extraordinary. However, it was evident that they had been temporarily gathered, and even though they were local followers of Nanzhao, there was a palpable unease in the absence of understanding the intentions of the saintess. Some had pale complexions, while others displayed anxious expressions, and even Lin Qiuxiao deliberately revealed a hint of panic between his brows. It was evident that they had been temporarily gathered, and even though they were local followers of Nanzhao, there was a palpable unease in the absence of understanding the intentions of the saintess. Some had pale complexions, while others displayed anxious expressions, and even Lin Qiuxiao deliberately revealed a hint of panic between his brows.

Thus, the group of people looked at me with expressions that were somewhat ambiguous, neither fully smiling nor fully serious, while my own expression was certainly no longer pleasant to behold

"Hey, hurry up!" In a daze, someone pushed me from behind, and then Lin Qiuxiao grabbed my hand and pulled me forward

As the night deepens, regardless of whether Zhou Ruoshui has chosen us or not, it is unlikely that we will be expelled from the Xuan Shui Palace. As long as we remain within the palace, it will be much easier to investigate any movements.

What excites me is that this purple poppy mentioned Chu Han in its words

Isn't that the Ninth Young Master?

Qin, Liu Qin

However, no matter what, hearing the name of the Ninth Young Master proves that the direction I stumbled upon is indeed correct

As Zhou Ruoshui's expression grew increasingly indifferent, Zi Yingcu also showed a hint of impatience and waved her hand

As I was retreating amidst the chaos, I heard that little mosquito saying in its mosquito-like voice: "What a cow, thinking you are still the young lady of the national uncle's family?"

Fortunately, at this moment, my jealousy has already failed to attract anyone's attention; at most, they will look down on me, scorn me for being brought here against my will, and yet still being jealous for not having been chosen by Miss Zhou.

Not long after returning to the house, I quietly took off the extravagant and impractical sky-blue wide-sleeved robe that was unsuitable for nighttime activities, secured my leg bindings, took out the Liu Po sword, and wiped it with a silk cloth for a moment. Indeed, I soon heard a knocking sound coming from the window frame

I raised my eyes, hoping to find a denial in Lin Qiuxiao's expression, but to my surprise, he was looking at me with a face full of confusion as well

That person... should not be Liu Qin, right

After speaking for myself, I surprisingly felt a hint of jealousy

Just as I was about to give Lin Qiuxiao a signal, a figure suddenly darted out from the water pavilion, swiftly heading towards the grand hall we had just left.

Why are we compared to Young Master Jiu?

At the sight before me, my heart skipped a beat

Lazily, she stuffed a small pastry into her sandalwood lips and said with a disdainful smile, "Is this considered good?"

Hmm, not bad. The saintess merely glanced at me and said something dismissive, then turned to observe the expression of Shou Ruoshui. Seeing that she remained unmoved, a look of disappointment immediately crossed her face

Is it him? Is it him?

This is probably also Lin Qiuxiao's intention: everyone thinks that Lin Qiuxiao's purpose in helping me is for ulterior motives; while I am lost in admiration for the handsome man.

The woman in the yellow shirt is clearly the saintess, the very person they have been trying to promote us to, Zhou Ruoshui

I do not know if it is because I appear too calm in comparison, but that little mosquito actually came up to me, grabbed my arm, and proudly said: "Saintess, look, is this young man handsome? He can be considered a rare beauty, right?"

Thus, a group of us was led out in single file.

It seems that neither those from the local Nanzhao nor those from the Central Plains are willing to be inexplicably taken away to warm the bed for that Miss Zhou.

At that moment, I did not pause; I stumbled directly on the flat ground and nearly fell to the ground

The maid leading on the side has already begun to sneer: "That young master is a guest of the saintess; even if Miss Zhou has been unable to find someone she likes for ten years, the saintess would not easily give him up."

Indeed, the maidservant still led us back to the original courtyard, without mentioning the matter of our departure from the palace. The others felt somewhat uneasy, estimating that they held great reverence for the Holy Maiden while also harboring concerns about their own situation

I suddenly realized that I had actually stopped in place, not moving forward with the crowd, and for a moment, I became the focus of everyone's attention

The little mosquito opened its eyes wide, clearly feeling somewhat wronged, yet it did not dare to show it on its face, only responding softly: "Saintess, this is already considered good."

Le Ziying noticed that Zhou Ruoshui was dissatisfied, slightly furrowing her brow, and turned her head to ask the little servant Mosquito beside her: "Is there nothing better?"

As soon as they exited the grand hall, they heard the majority of the people let out a sigh of relief

Lin Qiuxiao debuted many years earlier than I did, often wandering in the world, and he immediately sensed something unusual. He quickly changed to a mocking expression, almost covering his mouth while laughing: "Brother, since you are interested in handsome men, after leaving the palace, why not follow me instead!"

It is evident that he also noticed the person bore a striking resemblance to Liu Qin, and he could not understand how Liu Qin had become the guest of honor for that saintess.

I turned my head to see that the accompanying maid was paying attention to us, and I quickly released my hand, restoring my usual indifferent and quiet demeanor

It is evident that Zhou Ruoshui's arrogant demeanor has provoked anger.

Zhou Ruoshui listened to Ziying's words and cast a faint glance at us. Her expression seemed to convey that she looked down upon the group of people kneeling before her, as if even a second glance was a form of charity.