It was common knowledge that a gentleman never stole what another liked.
It was also common knowledge that the young Literary Scholar before her was no gentleman.
So the conclusion was—
He liked Steal What One Likes???
Zhao Family Young Lady instinctively clutched the spear in her hands tighter, eyeing the young Literary Scholar with the wary expression of someone watching a thief. Her wariness amused him, but the smile only made him look more sinister in her eyes. It did nothing to put her at ease.
"I don't want your spear."
Zhao Family Young Lady hugged her bundle tighter.
It held the only possessions she had.
If she lost the money inside, given how chaotic the world was, she could imagine just how miserable her situation would become. She might not even be able to beg for food, and would likely die on the road—let alone make it back safely to her father.
The young Literary Scholar chuckled. "I don't want your money either."
Only then did Zhao Family Young Lady relax.
On second thought, she really had been overly nervous. With the status and abilities of a Literary Scholar, he could join any powerful faction and earn a handsome salary. Why would he care about her paltry savings? Besides, he had just saved everyone in the merchant caravan.
If not for the wall of literary energy he had raised to block the cold arrows...
The caravan would likely have lost a dozen lives.
Once she thought it through, embarrassment and shame crept across her face.
She tried to explain herself, but didn't know how to apologize.
The young Literary Scholar noticed her reaction, but didn't take offense. It was good to stay alert when traveling.
If she were foolishly oblivious to danger, the weeds on her grave could