Xiang Yuan had guessed right. The artsy young woman really did want to eat him.
Only, Jiang Yingjun coveted his talent. What she wanted was to talk art through the night by candlelight, which was not the same as the kind of being eaten he excelled at.
At least, not that kind of eating yet!
The convoy set out, passing through the gateway at the border between Western Chu and Northern Qi, heading straight toward Shendu.
Once they reached Western Chu, they were on someone else's turf and had to follow Western Chu's rules. Carefree Valley's convoy lost its special treatment from Northern Qi; they could no longer shift through space to travel, and could only proceed honestly along the official road.
Jiang Yingjun was delighted!
But there was one downside. These past few days, whenever she took the initiative to approach him, Xiang Yuan had been cool and indifferent, deliberately keeping his distance. It troubled her greatly.
After turning it over and over in her mind, she decided it must be because she had acted arrogantly on the strength of her talent and slighted Xiang Yuan before, earning his displeasure.
The gentleman was not at fault. I was the one who was wrong!
Ever since Xiang Yuan had casually displayed some talent for original poetry and lyrics, Jiang Yingjun had begun arguing scripture on his behalf. Even if he picked his nose or scratched his feet, she could give him the loftiest appraisal of being wild and unrestrained.
How bizarre. Scratching his feet had actually become an art form!
Xiang Yuan inwardly thought it absurd. Seeing Jiang Yingjun before him blinking those large, watery eyes, he subconsciously shifted farther back on the couch.
It would have been fine if he had not moved. But when he did, Jiang Yingjun