So Young Master Yi Reads This Work Too

"What happened?" Bai Piaopiao rose to her feet and frowned.

"Miss, come look! That damn mortal stole your book!" Maomao shouted.

"What?"

Bai Piaopiao's expression turned cold, and an oppressive aura radiated from her body. Her lovely figure became an afterimage as she flashed to the room in an instant.

The door was pushed open.

The two of them walked toward the bed.

Sure enough, a copy of Dream of the Red Chamber lay conspicuously at the head of the bed.

At the sight, the chill on Bai Piaopiao's pretty face deepened, and threads of killing intent seeped into her aura, as though her most beloved treasure had been defiled.

"Something's wrong."

But in the next instant, she noticed the discrepancy. With a leap, she returned to her boudoir, and when she came back, she was holding another copy of Dream of the Red Chamber.

"Ah, Miss, two copies of Dream of the Red Chamber? What is this?"

Maomao stared at the other copy of Dream of the Red Chamber in Bai Piaopiao's hand, her little mouth falling open.

"We misunderstood Young Master Yi." The coldness faded from Bai Piaopiao's face as she held the two copies of Dream of the Red Chamber and compared them one by one, immediately discovering that their degrees of wear were different.

"It seems this copy of Dream of the Red Chamber was left behind by Young Master Yi." Bai Piaopiao sounded somewhat delighted. "So Young Master Yi reads this work too."

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

Bai Piaopiao nodded. She was puzzled by this as well, and murmured softly, "Perhaps Young Master Yi has some unspeakable difficulty!"

"Oh."

Maomao nodded.

"I never expected that, despite being merely a mortal, Young Master Yi would have so many things in common with me."

She gently stroked the two books and recalled the mortal man from last night who had raised wine to invite the moon. Then she softly instructed, "Maomao, keep Young Master Yi's copy of Dream of the Red Chamber safe. Return it to him the next time he comes."

"All right." Maomao hurriedly took the copy of Dream of the Red Chamber, then looked at Bai Piaopiao and asked, "Miss, don't tell me you've really taken a liking to that mortal from last night?"

Bai Piaopiao shook her head with a bitter smile.

"How could I?"

"Though he is talented, he is ultimately still somewhat lacking compared to the great master who wrote Dream of the Red Chamber and Supreme Treasure. We merely have quite a few common topics to talk about. Besides, he is only a mortal."

"Oh, all right!"

Maomao nodded. She could not understand her mistress either, so she hurriedly said, "Then I'll immediately send word down and find that great master you spoke of as soon as possible..."

The mountain road was rugged.

After being jolted about in the mountains for another two days, Yi Feng finally gathered all the herbs he needed.

Of course, besides the herbs Zhong Qing needed, Yi Feng had also collected quite a few others. All in all, his harvest had been plentiful.

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

Zhong Qing's condition had not improved. On the contrary, it had worsened. Yi Feng did not even stop to rest before hurrying to brew medicine for Zhong Qing.

After taking the medicine, Zhong Qing's fever subsided considerably. Only then did Yi Feng let out a relieved breath.

"Is Mister Yi here?"

Just as he sat down, a shout came from outside the door.

Yi Feng walked outside and discovered that it was the steward from the Baofeng Merchant Association. The steward was exceedingly respectful upon seeing Yi Feng. Leaving aside the respect Yin Xiong, Luolan Xue, and the others showed Yi Feng, the benefits Yi Feng's book had brought to the Baofeng Merchant Association alone were enough to warrant such treatment.

"Oh, it's you. What is it?" Yi Feng asked, looking slightly weary.

"Mister Yi, we came this time to deliver your share of the book sales." The steward spoke respectfully, then took an exclusive Baofeng Merchant Association card from his robes and handed it to Yi Feng.

"Sir, this contains your share from last month: one hundred thousand Gold Coins. Since we feared it would be inconvenient for you to store them, we deposited them with our association instead. You may use this VIP card to withdraw money from our association at any time."

"Of course, on this day every month from now on, we will calculate your monthly share. Every last coin will be deposited into your card."

Although Yi Feng had known they had probably come to discuss the book, he still could not help freezing when he heard that number. He asked again, "How much did you say? One hundred thousand?"

Hearing Yi Feng's question, the steward nodded, but his heart gave a slight jolt.

Could it be that Mister Yi thought it was too little?

But he did not dare say more. He hurriedly took his leave and returned to report to the association.

Only after the steward left did Yi Feng come back to his senses. He looked at the card in his hand in disbelief.

For a moment, he laughed aloud.

He had only wanted to supplement his household expenses. He had never imagined that writing books would make him rich.

With one hundred thousand Gold Coins suddenly credited to him, he would have enough to live on for many years.

What was even more unbelievable was that this was only one month's earnings!

This was simply wonderful...

He returned to the Martial Arts Hall with joy written all over his face, but just as he turned around, another call sounded from behind him. "Master Yi."

Turning back, he saw Mao Lin from the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce approaching with two people in tow, smiling broadly.

"Chairman Mao."

Yi Feng frowned slightly, but still nodded politely. "May I ask what Chairman Mao wants with me?"

"Ahem."

Mao Lin coughed awkwardly twice, then said with a beaming smile, "Master Yi, to be honest, I came this time to apologize to you for what happened last time."

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

The two people behind him opened the chest, revealing gleaming Gold Coins.

"A full thousand Gold Coins. Please accept them, Young Master Yi."

Mao Lin waved his hand and laughed boldly, his gaze upon Yi Feng full of meaning. With a thousand Gold Coins, he refused to believe he could not move Yi Feng. This was an ordinary person's yearly income.