Chapter 22: Joining the Han Residence (1/2)

Chapter 22: Joining the Han Residence

Translator: Sparrow TranslationsEditor: Sparrow Translations

“Young master Mo, you’re back. Where is Miss Yan’Er?” Mo Wuji saw Aunt Lu pushing her small cart back as he arrived at the rental apartment that he and Yan’Er shared. Aunt Lu saw Mo Wuji, and was pleasantly surprised. Based on what she had heard, Mo Wuji’s mental state seemed to have improved.

Mo Wuji bowed in respect, “Aunt Lu, thank you for taking care of me and Yan’Er all these years. But now, Yan’Er has been taken from me. I will soon be leaving Rao Zhou too. I’ve returned today to take Yan’Er’s possessions away.”

This was the first time that Mo Wuji saw Aunt Lu. She was a lady, that was rather tanned and appeared to be over thirty years old. Stress had left many marks on her face, and these creases concealed a beautiful face that should have been there as she was in her prime.

Seeing Aunt Lu returning full of fatigue, Mo Wuji suspected that business was bad at the store last night.

“That’s good, that’s good. Even though Yan’Er has matured, she’s still too young and needs someone to look after her…” Aunt Lu stopped herself from saying any more.

All this while, Yan’Er was supposed to need someone to take care of her, but in reality it was her that took care of this Young Master in front of Aunt Lu.

“Go in and tidy up the place, I’ve kept the room just for you all this time,” Aunt Lu hurriedly pushed her cart away after completing her sentence.

Mo Wuji walked into a storeroom which did not even have a lock and was only secured by a piece of rope. A pile of dust welcomed him. A few months away from the place and the whole interior was covered with dust.

Mo Wuji had only stayed here for two nights ever before. Back then, he had one bed and one decent carpet, but on Yan’Er’s side it was much shabbier. Other than a few neat piles of old and tattered clothes, there was nothing else. This meant that Yan’Er did not even have a rug to sleep on at night.

In his heart, Mo Wuji felt a tinge of regret. Being able to meet a girl like Yan’Er would have used up all of the good karma he had accumulated. Especially after he had been backstabbed, Mo Wuji knew how rare girls like Yan’Er were. He carefully dusted Yan’Er’s last few pieces of clothing before placing them into his bag. It was then he saw a hairpin at the bottom of the pile.

This was a hairpin that Mo Wuji had no recollection of Yan’Er ever wearing, and even though the hairpin was only a plain metal one, it looked to be Yan’Er’s most precious piece of jewellery.

Mo Wuji wrapped up the hairpin, walking over to the mirror which had many scratches on it. This was Yan’Er’s only makeup accessory. Perhaps this mirror was what Yan’Er used to dress up for him.

With a final sigh, Mo Wuji kept the mirror into his bag too.

Looking through this small storeroom one last time, Mo Wuji then walked out.

“Young Master Mo, since Yan’Er is not around, why don’t you join me for a meal?” Outside the storeroom, Mo Wuji saw Aunt Lu with a scarf wrapped around her neck.

Mo Wuji bowed to Aunt Lu again respectfully, took out a cloth bag and passed it to Aunt Lu while saying, “Aunt Lu, I will be leaving Rao Zhou soon. This cloth bag contains a present from Yan’Er and myself. From now on please don’t go to set up your stall. If it’s possible, could you continue to preserve the storehouse that Yan’Er and I lived in? I’m leaving now, take care Aunt Lu.”

After finishing what he had to say, Mo Wuji did not stay any longer, turning around and leaving swiftly. Aunt Lu did not protect Yan’Er and him in any special way, but provided them with a place to stay, and casually gave them half a bowl of rice. That little bit of rice meant the world to Mo Wuji and Yan’Er, and they were very grateful for it.

A hundred gold coins would have been sufficient for a normal family to get by, and he was afraid that giving her too much would bring about a sense of unease.

Only when Mo Wuji disappeared from sight did Aunt Lu remember that she was holding a small cloth bag in her hand. She opened the bag, and the glint and sparkle of gold almost made her scream out in shock. She knew what was going on immediately: Yan’Er and Young Master Mo met a generous benefactor. She hurriedly ran back, unable to keep her heart rate under control.

…

An hour later, Mo Wuji stood before a large residence.

“Han Residence” Two large ancient words told Mo Wuji that this was the place that he would be living in for the next few months: Prefecture Duke Old Han Chengan’s own residence.