Chapter 13 - Preparing to Retaliate (2/2)

The capital of the state of Western Chu was flourishing and wealthy. Endless crowds of people came and went. There were merchants hastily pulling their wares. There were farmers carrying vegetables on their shoulders. There were also youths peddling their goods by the side of the street, married women selling their needlework. Shops lined the entire street unendingly, unusually bustling with noise and activity.

“My Lady very rarely went outside in the past. This time, we can properly stroll around.” Dai Yue had just finished speaking when her eyes shined from what she saw out front. “Ah, I see someone selling candied fruits on a stick!”

This girl, really so simple-minded. Yesterday, she was crying because of the pain on her face, yet today, she already completely forgot about it. Luo Qing Luan also couldn’t help but shake her head. Dai Yue truly was simple and lovable, not bearing grudges in the least, but it’s also good like that. Living a simple life would allow her to be happy.

Taking the candied fruit offered to her, Dai Yue felt somewhat embarrassed eating them. “My Lady, would you like to eat some?”

Smiling slightly, Luo Qing Yuan answered. “You eat them yourself. Oh yeah, remember to call me Young Master, to avoid exposing ourselves.”

Dai Yue promptly nodded her head. As she pigged out on the candied fruits, a huge circle of syrup adhered around her lips.

Strolling straight forward, Luo Qing Luan moved aimlessly, but when she passed a teahouse, there was the sound of a storyteller on the second story stirring up cheers from customers. “Sooner said than done, the fellow shouted loudly and swung his bowl sized fist and aimed it at the evil tyrant……”

“Young Master, do you like listening to stories?” Dai Yue asked from behind her.

Luo Qing Luan was certainly not very interested listening to stories. It’s just that this scene seemed to cause something to flash through her mind. But it was too quick and she still couldn’t grasp it. She was just going to leave when someone unexpectedly came up beside her. He smilingly rushed towards her quietly. “Sir, I have the best ‘stuff’ here. Would you like to buy some?”

One look at this person’s shifty appearance, and she knew that this was nothing good, but Luo Qing Luan had always been inquisitive. She wanted to know just what kind of good ‘stuff’ this person was really talking about. She replied indifferently. “Just you? What kind of good ‘stuff’ can you have?”

This person became somewhat anxious. “Sigh, young sir, how can you not believe people like that? Wouldn’t you know if there’s anything good once you looked at them? Moreover, they’re not expensive. Two taels of silver for each title. How about looking at the goods first before saying anything else?”

One title? Could they be books?

Luo Qing Luan became even more curious. What kind of book could be sold for two silver taels each?

She increasingly wanted to know what kind of godly books these were. She brought Dai Yue along to follow this person in walking to the beginning of a small alley. Seeing that there were much fewer people walking around, that person finally mysteriously and furtively fished out a little booklet with a blue cover from his chest and handed it to her. He winked at her a couple of times before saying ambiguously, “I guarantee you’ll be satisfied!”

On the cover, four words were written neatly “One Hundred Poetic Verses”. There’s nothing unusual about it at all, but when Luo Qing Luan opened it up to read, it surprisingly was absolutely not a verse book. Rather, it was novel. It’s just that……