Young Master, You Two Are So Sweet

Over the next few days, Qin Muye sent his puppets out to roam, hoping to find a suitable destiny to conquer. Although the results were not great, as long as he cast a wide net, he would surely find something appropriate.

Occasionally, he could even listen to music in the pleasure houses; the audio quality was no different from being there in person.

It was quite a blast!

As for himself, he stayed home peacefully to recuperate.

I have to say, that little vixen actually has some skills. After her treatment, that feeling of physical weakness was indeed not as intense.

But it could only be said that his own physical condition was just too poor.

After so many days, his physique stats had fallen back to Rank 8 (-57/40) and refused to budge any further.

He had borrowed many medical texts from the Imperial Academy and researched many similar cases, eventually reaching a conclusion: this situation of having one's vitality severely damaged without dropping in cultivation realm was the most miserable.

Those whose realms dropped could at least return to being ordinary people and live safely and securely.

But if one retained the empty shell of a high realm, it would waste a massive amount of essence, energy, and spirit for nothing.

People like this generally had two characteristics: first, they were short-lived; second, they were infertile. Even if they could manage to stand tall, they still couldn't reproduce.

Hehehe!

Perfect!

According to the current progress, as long as he didn't actively add points, he would likely still be marking time even after three or five years. He wondered how anxious Bai Yuji would get.

In fact.

Bai Yuji was already starting to get anxious: "What is going on? Why is your pulse even weaker than it was a few days ago?"

Seeing the suspicion in her eyes.

Qin Muye hurriedly raised both hands: "Don't doubt me. I've been under your surveillance these days; where would I have the room to pull any tricks?"

"I'm not doubting you!"

Bai Yuji waved her hand helplessly. If he were pulling tricks, it truly wouldn't escape her notice.

But why was it like this?

Fluctuations in blood and qi were normal, but for it to decline for several days in a row could only prove one thing: her treatment plan had reached its limit. To truly cure him, she had to seek other methods.

Because treating Qin Muye was a race between the dissipation of blood and qi and the speed of replenishment.

Yet, this was already the plan she was most confident in. Where else could she find a better method?

Qin Muye poured her a cup of cold tea to comfort her: "You don't need to blame yourself. If a problem that a whole bunch of imperial physicians couldn't solve for years were easily solved by you, how would they even go on living?

Besides, I'm not even anxious about my own body, so why are you?

When the cart reaches the mountain, there will be a road. Relax..."

Bai Yuji's mood inexplicably improved quite a bit. She took the tea and sipped it: "This is the first time I've seen a patient comforting the doctor."

Qin Muye gave a self-deprecating smile: "If I needed others to comfort me every day, I would never have been able to hold on until today."

Bai Yuji: "..."

She suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

After spending these past few days together, she truly felt that Qin Muye was an exceptionally clean person.

Every day, aside from treatment, he just read books. His only leisure was chatting with his family, and to maintain the impression of a sweet couple, he would accompany her shopping.

After several days, she hadn't seen a single shred of aristocratic arrogance in Qin Muye. Even when facing servants or waiters, he didn't have the slightest air of looking down on others.

Such a person.

Yet he could be forced by those playboys into using the Brocade Guard to extort them.

He also often acted fierce and bared his fangs in front of her.

Bai Yuji often felt like she was the villain.

Though, she was indeed acting as the villain.

The hatred of a destroyed nation left only choices, not good or evil.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Then let's go shopping. A sesame seed cake shop opened in the west of the city, and their mutton filling is delicious. Let's go try it!"

"Alright!"

A smile finally appeared on Bai Yuji's face.

In the past, shopping with Qin Muye was just a formality to maintain the identity she needed.

Now, shopping with Qin Muye was truly relaxing.

She felt that Qin Muye was even more relaxed than she was, as if he had completely forgotten his status as a hostage.

The two didn't even bring a maid, boarding a carriage and heading west.

Parking the carriage under the willow trees by the inner river, they walked hand-in-hand toward the sesame seed cake shop, drawing many sidelong glances along the way.

It was common knowledge that the son of the Marquis of Southern Suppression had found a wife as ethereal as a celestial being. The two were often seen strolling and snacking together in the evenings, and seeing them today, the rumors were clearly no exaggeration; she was indeed as beautiful as a goddess.

Furthermore, there was no sense of a "fresh flower planted in cow dung."

Because Qin Muye had lost a significant amount of weight, and while he still appeared somewhat frail, he now looked like a handsome scholar. People even began to feel they were a well-matched pair, their conversation overflowing with sweetness.

Of course, there were those who were jealous.

But often, the moment a sour remark left their lips, they would be met with the skeptical retort, "What kind of monster or demon are you?"

The son of the Marquis of Southern Suppression might have had an average reputation among the nobility.

But after the incident where he offered his own marrow to save his father, his reputation among the common folk was invincible.

Bai Yuji could feel these gazes. Every time she was stared at, she felt an urge to run away. After getting her sesame seed cake, she quickly pointed to an elegant restaurant nearby: "Let's go eat in there!"

Qin Muye frowned: "I've noticed you're becoming increasingly decadent. Out of the whole street, this restaurant is the most expensive."

Bai Yuji rolled her eyes at him: "There are fewer people there! I won't be gawked at like a monkey."

"Let them look. We're so sweet together that if they enjoy watching, consider it an act of charity and accumulating merit."

"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll release a gu-insect to bite your tongue tonight!"

"Is it a fair-skinned, beautiful gu-insect with a curvy figure and the surname Bai... don't glare at me, I'll take you there, alright?"

Qin Muye grabbed her hand and headed toward the restaurant.

Bai Yuji pulled back slightly. She could accept linking arms—after all, there was fabric between them—but holding hands felt a bit too intimate.

However, Qin Muye held on tight, and she couldn't break free after a brief struggle.

Fearing that outsiders might notice something amiss, she simply gave up, though she gave Qin Muye a light pinch on the waist. This man was truly annoying, always taking advantage of any opportunity to get a feel.

Fortunately, she was highly vigilant; she hadn't given him a chance to steal a kiss these past few days.

On the second floor of the restaurant, in a private room.

No one was peeping.

Bai Yuji was just about to say something when she suddenly heard a commotion downstairs.

As she looked down, she saw two figures chasing each other, zipping across the street with a "whoosh," accompanied by a chorus of bickering.

"You little brat! Your father's dignity has been trampled into the dirt, would it kill you to listen to me just once?"

"Forget it! It's all just a bunch of useless trash; wouldn't that just delay my cultivation?"

The two moved like lightning, leaving nothing behind but the dust kicked up on the road and a trail of onlookers.

"Those two..."

Qin Muye thought for a moment: "Huh? Aren't they the father and son of the Gongshu Clan? What's going on?"

Bai Yuji smiled and lowered her voice: "It's because they lost face at the auction last time. Now, the top puppet masters of the entire Great Gan have arrived in the Capital City, all hoping to step on the Gongshu Clan to climb higher."

"The head of the Gongshu Clan can't bring himself to compete personally, so he can only beg his son. I heard the young master of the Gongshu Clan has immense talent for puppet crafting, but because he finds the 'heights too cold to bear,' he turned to cultivation instead. The father and son have been at it for days."

Qin Muye raised an eyebrow: "Your information network is quite sharp."

Bai Yuji pursed her lips: "The whole city knows. It's only you who spends all day thinking about eating and shopping."

Pfft!

As a participant in this puppet competition, how could I possibly not know this?

However...

Qin Muye stared at the direction in which the father and son had disappeared. The fates of these two were actually quite interesting!

[Main Fate · Last Master Craftsman]: A master of a generation, the swan song of Gongshu.
[Fate Grade]: Rank 2 (771/2560)
[Annotation]: His craftsmanship connects to the divine; his life is tied to the survival of a nation. Feared by demons, he was assassinated, and three years later, the empire fell.
[Hint]: When Fate fluctuation exceeds 2000, you can obtain the Fate Skill Craftsman Heart.

This was the father's fate. Given Gongshu Songting's ability and prestige, he was indeed worthy of the title of a master of a generation.

The Gongshu Clan's weapon crafting was extremely aggressive, and their military armaments were major killing weapons; by comparison, puppets were just a side business. A man like this... no wonder he was assassinated.

What a pity.

But his son's fate was even more absurd.

[Main Fate · Lost Lamb]: Stunning talent, lost on the path without knowing it.
[Fate Grade]: Rank 9 (19/20)
[Annotation]: A crafting prodigy who surpassed his peers in his youth, but because success came too easily, he lost interest in crafting. After the nation fell and his family was destroyed, he sought to pick up the family mantle to save the empire from ruin, but his talent was gone, and he faded into obscurity.
[Hint]: When Fate fluctuation exceeds 500, you can obtain the Fate Skill Lost Path.

Qin Muye: "..."

The fates of this father and son... it seems they can be manipulated!