Who in the world does not know you?

Chapter 63 Sapling

Ning Qi went back to the yamen, and Qing Chuan went back to the general's mansion.

The two parted ways at the entrance of the Yun residence, agreeing to meet again later.

Ning Qi knew very well that Qing Chuan would at most only have a brief encounter with them that night.

The eldest son of the general's mansion had his own plans. In the past, he would generously hand over silver notes to the fourth son, Wen Zhao, to indicate that he would be in charge of all the food, drink and entertainment at the Spring Lantern Festival, and then he would leave under some pretext.

As soon as Qingchuan arrived at the entrance of the General's Mansion, the two guards at the gate greeted him with smiles.

"Young Master, you're back!"

The two spoke in unison, and Qingchuan nodded with a smile before stepping into the grand mansion.

Everyone in the general's mansion would show a happy face when they saw him, the eldest young master. He used to think it was because these people could always get some reward money from him, but later he stopped thinking that way.

Because he doesn't give money to his family every day, but everyone's enthusiasm for him doesn't diminish at all. This isn't because of the hierarchical relationship between servants and servants, but because everyone in the general's mansion dotes on him. So even if he does whatever he wants, like holding a grand funeral for a courtesan in the general's mansion, the servants will do their best to cooperate.

Qingchuan likes to stay in the General's Mansion. The General's Mansion is his home, and everyone in the General's Mansion is his family.

As soon as Qingchuan entered the general's mansion, he headed straight for a small garden in the southeast direction. In the center of the garden was a pavilion where he would occasionally drink tea and enjoy the breeze. When he was in the mood, he would compose poems, paint, play the zither, or play chess. When he was really bored, he would practice some martial arts.

He, the eldest son of the general's mansion, was actually a man of both literary and martial talents, but few people outside knew this.

When he held Mu Li's funeral, the couplets posted on the left and right sides of the entrance to the mourning hall were written by his own hand.

As for why few people know about him, it's not surprising. As a young master from a prominent family, he has a lot of money in his hands. People are attracted by his noble status and extravagant spending. No one cares about his inner qualities. He is also too lazy to show off in front of others when he goes out. He would rather everyone think that he is a useless spendthrift, which is more in line with his persona.

As Qingchuan walked along the quiet path paved with round pebbles, before he even reached the pavilion, he saw the familiar girl with two long braids by the roadside.

Luo Xin held a large broom in her hand, propping herself up on the ground, and was smelling the fragrance of the white chrysanthemums in front of her.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around and a mocking smile appeared on her face when she saw Qingchuan.

"Young Master, you're back so early today? What's wrong? It seems the courtesan of Qingzhufang doesn't suit your taste."

Qingchuan seemed to ignore Luo Xin's teasing with a sense of helplessness and did not respond, but he still couldn't help but frown and glance at her with a hint of reproach, but not sharpness.

"What are you doing here?"

"Young master, don't you have eyes? I'm sweeping the floor."

Luo Xin lightly patted the large broom she was supporting herself with, her tone unrestrained and utterly disrespectful.

"But you just stood there like a sapling without moving. Who would stand still while sweeping the floor?"

"Small tree? Young master, what kind of tree do you think I am?"

"Huh? It should be a willow tree. Willow branches are slender and leaves are delicate, which suits you well."

"So you like willow trees, young master."

"I don't like willow trees, I like pine trees."

Qingchuan was telling the truth.

He truly admired the pine tree, which stood resilient and unyielding in the bitter cold.

Luo Xin dragged the large broom in her hand to Qing Chuan. She looked up at the handsome young man in front of her, who seemed to have stepped out of a story, and suddenly the smile on her face disappeared. Her whole person seemed to become calm in an instant.

"Then I'll ask you one more time, what kind of tree do you think I am?"

Time seemed to fall silent at that moment.

Qingchuan could smell the fragrance of flowers in the air, feel the breeze, and sense that his heart was inexplicably burning hot.

Qingchuan's silence was exactly what Luo Xin had expected, and it suited her perfectly.

Because she knew very well that if anyone else had asked the same question, this fearless young master of the general's mansion would have given the same answer.

She was special to him.

Even though he never said it, she knew perfectly well what was going on.

"Where's Lao Lan?"

"After lunch, Steward Lan checked the accounts in the accounting room and has not left since. She should still be in the accounting room now."

"What's the point of checking the accounts? What's there to check..."

"With so many properties in the General's Mansion, and money constantly begetting more money, it will naturally become more and more troublesome."

"Then I'd better hurry up and spend the money, so as not to disappoint Old Lan's kindness."

Qingchuan joked with Luo Xin, his eyes darting around, and then he suddenly coughed twice.

"Ahem... Today is the day of the Chuning Lantern Festival, why didn't you remind me?"

"Do I need to remind you? When you go out to visit brothels, do you think you can't see the decorations and decorations at the entrances of every house on the street? You're not from out of town, what is there that you can't remember?"

"..."

Qingchuan gasped.

He always felt he should get angry at Luo Xin, but he just couldn't bring himself to be angry with her.

"I'll take you out for a walk tonight."

"Since you've given the order, young master, I'll naturally serve you carefully."

Luo Xin smiled mischievously, her tone light and cheerful, like a gentle breeze brushing against Qingchuan's heart, making him feel lighter as well.

"Tell everyone else in the household to go out for a stroll tonight and join in the fun. The household will cover all their expenses, and Old Lan will distribute the money to them. You can go to the accounting office now and tell Old Lan about this, so he can prepare the money to be distributed in advance. Then you can come here to see me. I'll be waiting for him here."

"Alright, alright, I'll go and tell you right away, young master."

Luo Xin shoved the large broom into Qing Chuan's arms, then hummed a little tune and skipped away, touching her long braids on both sides, leaving Qing Chuan standing in the garden, holding the broom and looking bewildered.

"They didn't even bother to get the young master a pot of hot tea, really..."

Qingchuan muttered to himself, venting his frustration on the large broom in his hand. After carelessly tossing it aside, he quickly walked toward the pavilion in the center of the garden.

Soon after, Lanxiang, the steward dressed in purple, appeared in Qingchuan's sight upon hearing the news.

When Lanxiang saw Qingchuan, he was lying on the stone table in the pavilion, looking like he had nothing to do.

"Young Master, you wanted to see me?"

"Old Lan, I'm so bored."

Qingchuan sounded listless. Lanxiang walked up to him and stood opposite him. Looking at the listless young master, she immediately saw the reason based on her years of understanding with him.

"Young Master, you seem to have something on your mind."

"Me? What could I possibly have on my mind?"

"Officer Ning works in the yamen, protecting the peace of the local people. Yun Luobai not only assists him in investigating cases, but also sets up a fortune-telling stall. Wen Zhao, the eldest daughter of the Wen Family Escort Agency, is exceptionally talented and skilled in martial arts. She is already famous far and wide at a young age, and mountain bandits and robbers are all terrified of her. As for you, young master, you spend your days indulging in pleasure and doing nothing. Naturally, you feel a little restless and uneasy."

"..."

Qingchuan felt he couldn't stay in this house anymore.