Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Zhou, Listen to Your Sister, This Isn’t Your Path

Shen Mingchao was about to wail a couple more times when he was suddenly grabbed by the back of his neck and lifted up.

He turned his head angrily:

“How dare you grab this prince’s noble neck!”

As he spoke, he met Xie Chenzhou’s emotionless gaze.

“…Actually, it’s quite nice to be lifted,” Shen Mingchao chuckled, “My waist and legs are sore, I’m a little unsteady.”

Xie Chenzhou: “Heh.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll take you.” Sang Nian said, “Hurry up and go upstairs to call Chu Yao and the others.”

Shen Mingchao darted out in a flash:

“Guaranteed to complete the mission!”

He dashed up the stairs.

Only then did Sang Nian lazily wave to Xie Chenzhou:

“Yo, you’re back?”

Xie Chenzhou nodded coolly:

“Yes, I’m back.”

“You’re back just in time,” Sang Nian pointed at Chun’er, “Look who this is.”

Only then did Xie Chenzhou notice Chun’er beside her, his eyelids twitched.

Chun’er still didn’t have a good expression for him, she deliberately called him:

“Young Master Xie.”

Xie Chenzhou asked Sang Nian:

“How did she get here?”

“My brother brought her.”

Sang Nian said:

“So you’re back just in time, we’re going to the Chuimeng Tower to have dinner with my brother, let’s go after Chu Yao and the others come down.”

Xie Chenzhou’s forehead beaded with a little cold sweat:

“I’m going to have dinner with your brother?”

Sang Nian: “Yes, yes, do you want to go tidy up and wash your face? I’ll wait for you.”

Xie Chenzhou turned and went upstairs, his steps swift.

Sang Nian was puzzled:

“It’s just a meal, why do you look like you’re facing a great enemy.”

She casually pulled two chairs and sat down with Chun’er, waiting for him while asking about the situation in Qingzhou.

“Miss, don’t worry, Qingzhou is doing well.” Chun’er said with a smile, “Our mine is doing well too.”

Sang Nian pinched her cheek:

“Good Chun’er, take care of my brother for me while I’m gone.”

“Yes, yes, I will!” Chun’er said, “It’s just that the City Lord is worried about you every day, afraid that you’ll die one day.”

Sang Nian put her hand on her forehead: “Then tell him to hope for the best for me.”

Chun’er said with worry: “The City Lord is also worried about the Young Master.”

Sang Nian was curious:

“Worried about Xie Chenzhou? That’s strange, what’s he worried about? His health or something?”

Chun’er said honestly:

“The City Lord is worried that he’ll run off with someone else, and he’s even more worried that he won’t run off with someone else.”

Sang Nian: …

She twitched her lips:

“Sang Qiyan, he’s really… worried about everything.”

Soon, Shen Mingchao came downstairs with Chu Yao and Wen Buyu, he said impatiently:

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

Sang Nian looked behind them:

“Where’s A yin?”

Chu Yao said: “She went to the martial arts field of the Changsheng Palace to practice swordsmanship.”

Wen Buyu said:

“I just contacted Junior Sister through the spirit stone, she’s going directly from there, she told us not to wait for her.”

Sang Nian: “Then let’s wait for Xie Chenzhou, he just went upstairs to wash his face.”

Chu Yao: “Okay.”

They sat down, chatting while waiting for Xie Chenzhou.

After a while, Xie Chenzhou still hadn’t come down.

Chu Yao was impatient: “Why is he taking so long to wash his face?”

Sang Nian also found it strange: “I’ll go up and take a look.”

As soon as she reached the entrance of the stairs, she heard a familiar sound of footsteps, she looked up quickly.

The boy had changed out of the narrow-sleeved black clothes he usually wore, he was wearing a white wide-sleeved long gown, making him look even taller and thinner.

His neat high ponytail was also let down, three thousand raven locks were draped over his shoulders, the rest were tied with a smooth white jade hairpin.

He walked down the wooden stairs step by step, his movements as graceful as spring willows in the moonlight.

Everyone in the inn was staring at him, unable to recover for a long time.

Sang Nian beside him: …

Chu Yao: …

Chun’er: …

Shen Mingchao: …

Xie Chenzhou walked in front of them, a hint of moisture still lingered on him, as if he had just bathed.

His long eyelashes drooped, his voice was clear and cold:

“Let’s go.”

After saying that, he walked straight past them and out of the inn.

Wen Buyu was puzzled:

“Why is Junior Brother Xie dressed like Daoist Xiao?”

Chun’er gritted her teeth secretly: “Fox Spirit, she even knows how to change clothes.”

Chu Yao asked Sang Nian: “…Is he possessed?”

Sang Nian covered her face: “He gets possessed occasionally.”

Shen Mingchao was worried:

“Why don’t we find a master to exorcise him? I think he looks pretty serious.”

At the entrance, Xie Chenzhou turned his head against the light, his profile cast a beautiful silhouette on the ground, he asked faintly:

“Still not going?”

“Let’s go, let’s go.” Sang Nian said, “Hurry up and eat, hurry up and come back.”

Chu Yao: “I don’t know why, I feel a little embarrassed.”

Shen Mingchao: “Me too.”

Wen Buyu looked disapproving:

“You can’t say that about your fellow disciples, Brother Xiao will be sad if he hears that.”

Sang Nian: “…Big Brother, you haven’t spared him either.”

They left the inn and walked towards the Chuimeng Tower with Xie Chenzhou.

Along the way, passersby turned their heads, their eyes full of amazement.

Being stared at by too many people, Sang Nian didn’t know what to do with her hands and feet, Xie Chenzhou still remained expressionless.

Suddenly, he tilted his head and asked her in a voice only they could hear:

“Do you think I look good like this?”

His tone was a little unnatural, but full of hope.

Sang Nian said tactfully: “You look good, but”

She patted Xie Chenzhou’s shoulder, speaking earnestly:

“Zhou, listen to your sister, this isn’t your path.”

Xie Chenzhou tried to suppress the upturn of his lips:

“As long as you think it looks good.”

Sang Nian: “?”

He didn’t listen to a single word after “but”.

She was about to talk to him properly about this, but she was speechless.

The sky had completely darkened, lanterns hung high in the shops by the roadside, illuminating the night sky.

Those warm-toned lights flickered down, falling on the boy’s porcelain-like face, as if covered with a thin veil.

His beautiful features were hidden under the hazy veil, soft as can be.

…

It must be the moonlight tonight, otherwise why would my heart skip a beat for no reason?

Sang Nian swallowed the rest of her words and lowered her head.

On the bustling street, the boy and girl walked side by side, both blushing.

The Chuimeng Tower was a hundred stories high, every piece of wood used in its construction was the rare and precious Frost-Melting wood.

Countless windows were embedded in the building like stars, the window paper let out a warm orange glow, spreading a circle of gentle light in the night.

Chu Yao exclaimed:

“If this place catches fire, it’ll probably take three days and three nights to burn down.”

Pure gold wind chimes hung under the eaves, occasionally a bird flew by, causing them to jingle.

Sang Nian stroked her chin and looked at it:

“Such a big chunk of gold just hanging outside, aren’t you afraid of being stolen?”

Shen Mingchao said:

“Who would dare? This is Yujing, it’s right under the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance’s feet.”

That’s true.

They had just reached the entrance when the aroma of wine and the fragrance of rouge on the women wafted out.

Shen Mingchao took a deep breath, his eyes wide:

“Is this Yujing? It’s even more prosperous than the Imperial City.”

The attendant at the entrance greeted them enthusiastically:

“Do any of you young masters have a reservation?”

Sang Nian said: “Yes.”

She gave the name Sang Qiyan, the attendant said:

“Please wait, I’ll check which floor the guest is on.”

Sang Nian patiently waited.

Another group walked to the entrance, she politely stepped aside, but the group suddenly stopped.

“Sang Niang?” someone called softly.

Sang Nian looked up.

The lamplight flickered, the young man in white stood tall and handsome, his features were like a painting.

“Brother Xiao.” She greeted him, “Are you here for dinner too?”

Xiao Zhuochen said:

“My younger brother’s birthday, my father is hosting a banquet here.”

After saying that, his gaze shifted to Xie Chenzhou, he paused, then his expression returned to normal, he said faintly:

“Young Master Xie… looks different tonight.”

Sang Nian looked at him, then at Xie Chenzhou’s identical white clothes, she was so embarrassed that her toes were digging into the ground.

Cosplay is cosplay, why did you have to show up in front of the real person?

It’s one thing to show up in front of the real person, but why did he have to be called out by the real person?

What a close call.