Сhарtеr 7 (17/24)
Jin Fan cоuldn’t hеlр but rеmаrk, “Miss Yun is truly thoughtful, hаving аlreadу preраrеd thе Вlаde Mаster’s luggage.”
“I heard from Guаrd Jin thаt Young Мastеr саn оnly lеаvе thе Вaсk Mountain аftеr cоmpleting the first triаl. Winter has аlreadу аrrivеd, аnd thе Ваck Mоuntаin is damр, соld, and glоomу. Еlder Sister Zishаng mеntionеd that the Blаde Mastеr hаs bеen аfraid of the соld sinсe сhildhооd, sо I раckеd а few еxtrа layеrs of wаrm сlоthing.”
Yun Weishаn mаdе hеr prepаrations methodicаlly. Since shе was now sеrving as аn аttendаnt, it was only right for her to handle such matters.
Gong Ziyu rummaged through the luggage and pulled out a small flask. “You even brought wine? But this time, I’ll be going alone. Some heartless person refused to accompany me, so I’m afraid I’ll have to drink this wine in bitter solitude…” he said, casting a pointed glance at Jin Fan.
Yun Weishan smiled, her tone tinged with concern. “This isn’t ordinary wine. The Back Mountain is heavy with miasma and dampness. Previously, Miss Shangguan suffered from coldness in her body, and the medical hall prescribed her a remedy. I requested the formula and made it into medicinal wine to ward off the cold and dampness. I was also worried that Young Master might not be accustomed to the food in the Back Mountain, so I packed a few packages of pastries.”
Everything was arranged perfectly. A warmth spread through Gong Ziyu’s heart. He took out the flask and sniffed it—the aroma of wine wafted out. The pastries were also wrapped in oiled paper to keep them dry.
“Oh, and there’s this…” Yun Weishan retrieved an exquisite pouch from her inner pocket. “I sewed a pouch filled with herbs to repel insects. My hometown, Pear Stream Town, is built along the river, so there are many mosquitoes, insects, snakes, and ants. When I was young, my mother always made us carry one with us.”
The pouch wasn’t exquisitely embroidered, but it was small and fitting. Yun Weishan handed it to Gong Ziyu.
Gong Ziyu couldn’t help but chuckle. “You haven’t forgotten that this is the House of Gong, have you? Do you really think snakes, insects, or rodents could get anywhere near us?”
Hearing this, Yun Weishan awkwardly withdrew her hand, about to place the pouch back into the luggage.
The next moment, her hand felt lighter as Gong Ziyu immediately reached out and took it.
“Since you’ve already made it,” he said, lowering his head to casually tie the pouch to his waist, next to the fox tail. A faint blush and a hint of joy flickered across his face, though he tried to conceal it, speaking lightly. “You’ve only been here a few days, yet you’ve been bustling about, preparing so many things. It must have been too much trouble.”
A trace of sorrow appeared on Yun Weishan’s face. “After my father passed away, our family’s circumstances declined. Many of the servants were dismissed, and I grew accustomed to hard work at home. It’s nothing, really.”
As expected, hearing this, Gong Ziyu seemed pained. “You don’t have to do such things in the future.”
“It’s only natural for me to do these things. After all, I was chosen by the Blade Master… chosen as…” Yun Weishan’s face flushed with shyness, making it difficult for her to continue, her voice trailing off.
Gong Ziyu naturally understood but couldn’t resist teasing her. “What are you to me?”
Jin Fan, who had been inspecting the luggage on his own, suddenly interjected at an inopportune moment. “Blade Master, is there anything else you need?”
Gong Ziyu, who had been waiting with affectionate anticipation for Yun Weishan’s reply, was abruptly interrupted by Jin Fan. Annoyed, he could only glare at him fiercely.
Jin Fan scratched his head. “What’s wrong with your eyes?”
Gong Ziyu: “…”
Yun Weishan hadn’t expected to lose herself in thought just moments before and quickly changed the subject. “When will Young Master depart?”
“In three days, on the eighth day of the month. It’s an inauspicious day for farming but favorable for travel.”
“Shall I accompany Young Master to take care of you?” Yun Weishan asked with a concerned expression, seizing the opportunity.However, Gong Ziyu smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid that won't do. Descendants of the House of Gong participating in the trial can only bring their personal Green Jade Guard." Remembering something, he gritted his teeth as he looked at Jin Fan: "Hmph."
Yun Weishan nodded softly: "Mm. Blade Master, be careful in all matters."
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