So Young Master Yi Also Reads This Book

"What's going on?" Bai Piaopiao got up and asked with a frown.

"Miss, quickly come and see, that damned mortal stole your book," Maomao shouted loudly.

"What?"

Bai Piaopiao's expression turned cold, and an imposing aura emanated from her. Her delicate body turned into an afterimage, and she instantly appeared in front of the room.

The door was pushed open.

The two walked towards the bedside.

As expected, at the head of the bed, a copy of Dream of the Red Chamber was placed there.

Seeing this, the coldness on Bai Piaopiao's pretty face intensified, and her aura carried hints of killing intent, as if her most beloved treasure had been defiled.

"No."

But the next moment, she realized something was wrong. She leaped back to her boudoir and returned, holding another copy of Dream of the Red Chamber in her hand.

"Ah, Miss, two copies of Dream of the Red Chamber, what is this?" For a second, remember http://

Maomao's small mouth gaped open as she looked at the other copy of Dream of the Red Chamber in Bai Piaopiao's hand.

"We misunderstood Young Master Yi," Bai Piaopiao retracted the coldness from her face and compared the two copies of Dream of the Red Chamber in her hands, immediately noticing that they were of different ages.

"It seems this copy of Dream of the Red Chamber was left by Young Master Yi," Bai Piaopiao said with a hint of pleasant surprise in her voice. "So Young Master Yi also reads this work."

"But didn't he say last night that he doesn't read books?" Maomao asked doubtfully.

Bai Piaopiao nodded. This was also something she was puzzled about. She murmured softly, "Perhaps Young Master Yi has some unspeakable difficulty!"

"Oh."

Maomao nodded.

"I didn't expect that as a mere mortal, Young Master Yi would have so many commonalities with me." She gently stroked the two books, recalling the mortal man who had invited the moon for a drink last night, and then instructed softly, "Maomao, please take care of the Young Master's copy of Dream of the Red Chamber and return it to him when he comes next time."

"Okay." Maomao quickly took the copy of Dream of the Red Chamber and then looked at Bai Piaopiao, saying, "Miss, looking at you, you haven't really taken a liking to that mortal from last night, have you?"

Bai Piaopiao shook her head and gave a wry smile.

"How could that be?"

"Although he is talented, he is still far from the great master who wrote Dream of the Red Chamber and Supreme Treasure. I merely have many common topics with him. Besides, he is just a mortal."

"Oh, alright!"

Maomao nodded. She couldn't quite understand her young lady, so she quickly said, "Then I'll send a message immediately to find that great master you mentioned as soon as possible..."

The mountain road was rugged.

After bumping along in the mountains for another two days, Yi Feng finally finished collecting the required herbs.

Of course, besides what Zhong Qing needed, Yi Feng also collected quite a few other herbs. All in all, it was a fruitful trip.

After several more days of rushing, he finally returned to the Martial Arts Hall.

Zhong Qing's condition had not improved; on the contrary, it had worsened. Yi Feng, without taking a moment to rest, immediately began brewing medicine for Zhong Qing.

After drinking the medicine, Zhong Qing's fever subsided significantly, and Yi Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is Mr. Yi here?"

Just as he sat down, a voice called out from outside the door.

Yi Feng walked out and found that it was the butler from the Baofeng Merchant Association. The butler was extremely respectful towards Yi Feng. Putting aside the respect that President Yin Xiong and Luolan Xue had for Yi Feng, the profits generated by Yi Feng's book for the Baofeng Merchant Association were enough to warrant such treatment.

"Oh, it's you. Is there something you need?" Yi Feng asked with a slightly tired expression.

"Mr. Yi, we've come to deliver your share of the book sales," the butler said respectfully, then took out a special card from the Baofeng Merchant Association and handed it to Yi Feng.

"Sir, this card contains one hundred thousand gold coins from last month's share. We kept it at our association for fear that you might have trouble storing it. You can use your VIP card to withdraw the money from our association at any time. Of course, every month on this day, we will calculate your monthly share, and all the money will be deposited into your card without any shortage."

Although he knew they were likely here to discuss the book, Yi Feng was still taken aback when he heard the amount. He asked, "How much did you say? One hundred thousand?"

Hearing Yi Feng's question, the butler nodded, but his heart skipped a beat.

Did the sir find it too little?

However, he dared not say anything and quickly excused himself to report back to the association.

After the butler left, Yi Feng finally came to his senses and looked at the card in his hand in disbelief.

For a moment, he burst out laughing.

He had only wanted to supplement his household expenses; he had never imagined becoming a famous author. With an income of one hundred thousand gold coins, it would be enough for him to live comfortably for many years.

What was even more incredible was that this was only for one month!

It was simply wonderful...

With a face full of joy, he walked back into the Martial Arts Hall, but as soon as he turned around, a voice called out from behind him, "Master Yi."

He turned around and saw Mao Lin from the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce approaching with two people, a smile on his face.

"President Mao."

Yi Feng frowned slightly, but still nodded politely. "May I ask what business President Mao has with me?"

"Cough, cough."

Mao Lin coughed twice awkwardly, then said with a face full of smiles, "Master Yi, to be frank, I've come to apologize for what happened last time."

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

The two people behind him opened the chests, revealing piles of gleaming gold coins.

"A full thousand gold coins, please accept them, Master Yi."

Mao Lin waved his hand and said with a hearty laugh, looking meaningfully at Yi Feng. A thousand gold coins, he couldn't believe that wouldn't sway Yi Feng. That was a common person's income for an entire year.