Who in the world does not know you?

Chapter 47 That's it!

Having reached a consensus, Luo Xin stood up with a smile, bowed to Lan Xiang who had entered the house, and then brushed past her and left.

After Luo Xin left, only Qingchuan and Lanxiang remained in the room.

Qingchuan shook his head, then rolled his eyes at Lanxiang. Looking at the latter's kind and smiling expression, he couldn't help but frown.

He knew that Lanxiang was the steward in the general's mansion. Although their relationship was nominally that of master and servant, Lanxiang always treated him as a junior. Even if he was still hungover and hadn't gotten up by noon, Lanxiang would not take the initiative to wake him up. At most, she would ask Luo Xin about it.

"Old Lan, did you need something?"

"It's nothing serious, I just came to give you a heads-up, young master."

Qingchuan walked to the washstand, washed his face, and then used the cloth that Luo Xin had placed there beforehand to wipe the water off his face. At the same time, he turned around and looked at the housekeeper Lanxiang standing behind him.

"A reminder? What kind of reminder?"

"Last night, I was standing on the rooftop when I saw a dark figure flash by not far away. The person was extremely fast and clearly had considerable lightness skills. If it were just a martial arts master passing through Ningzhou Prefecture, that would be fine. But if the person stops here, young master, you must be careful and try to minimize the number of times you go out."

Qingchuan was speechless upon hearing this.

"What? Even if a martial arts master is passing by, they might not be targeting me. I don't have any enemies, why would they target me for no reason..."

"As the saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry. Young master, you usually act ostentatiously. Forgive my bluntness, but with your status and style of behavior, you are very likely to get into trouble."

"If I get into trouble, you can just help me sort it out. With your martial arts skills, who can beat you?"

Lanxiang smiled helplessly.

His martial arts skills are undoubtedly among the best in Ningzhou Prefecture, but in the vast world of martial arts, he would hardly be considered a top master.

"What are you doing up on the roof so late at night if you have nothing better to do?"

In response to Qingchuan's question, Lanxiang simply replied with two words.

"Blow the wind."

"What's wrong? Are you troubled by something?"

"Oh? It seems you have something on your mind, young master... But it seems that Luo Xin has already spoken with you, so your worries should have eased somewhat."

Qingchuan pursed his lips, clearly not wanting to continue the topic.

"You should think about yourself. You're so old and you haven't even gotten married yet. How pitiful it is to be all alone. My father and I have treated you well. If you wanted to build a business, get married, and have children, it should be easy for you."

"Young master, why do you think I went up to the roof to get some fresh air in the middle of the night?"

"..."

Qingchuan was speechless for a moment, then patted Lanxiang's shoulder and pondered for a while before speaking again.

"You've worked so hard all these years... I'm planning to go to a brothel later, and I'll have to trouble you to protect me closely. It's on me..."

"Young Master, you should go by yourself. You know I've always disliked those kinds of brothels..."

"You just said you saw martial arts masters lurking in Ningzhou Prefecture last night, and warned me to be careful?"

"Young Master, if you're courting death, then you can't reason with a damned ghost..."

"..."

Many times, Qingchuan felt that he was the lowest-ranking person in the entire General's Mansion, as if no one had to speak to him properly.

When Luo Xin entered the room again, she was carrying a tray with Qing Chuan's clothes for the day on it.

It was a light blue long gown made of the finest silk, which was very soft. It was hand-cut and sewn by the best Suzhou embroidery master, and its price was so high that ordinary people would be astonished.

"Young Master, I'll get back to work now."

Lanxiang left a message, exchanged a smile and a nod with Luoxin, and then turned and left.

"He doesn't have that much to do... What about that dark green one he's wearing today?"

Qingchuan picked up the clothes that Luo Xin had brought, unfolded them, and looked at them. He then casually spoke to his personal maid, who had been by his side for many years.

Luo Xin bit her lip lightly, her expression somewhat unnatural.

"Its fabric is too good to withstand washing and rubbing. I accidentally tore it last time."

"I told you before, you don't need to do these rough jobs. If your delicate hands become rough because of this, I, your young master, will be very distressed..."

Qingchuan reached out and lifted Luo Xin's wrist, examining it closely. The latter neither flinched nor showed the embarrassment a young girl should have at this moment.

They grew up together, and he had held her hand many times before.

Luo Xin blinked her big, bright eyes at Qing Chuan, but the words she uttered sent a chill down Qing Chuan's spine.

"Actually, I deliberately washed it until it was torn, so that when you think of that piece of clothing you like in the future, you'll think of me."

"..."

"Young master, will you blame me?"

"No. If you have that thought again, you can just cut it with scissors, just don't hurt your hand."

"Young master, I was just teasing you. Xiaoju forgot to wash that dress and only remembered it near dusk, so it's not completely dry yet. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

Qingchuan didn't reply immediately, but put on the clothes that Luo Xin had prepared for him. Luo Xin, as she had done countless times before, helped him lift up his sleeves so he could reach out.

"Alright, I'm going out now."

What are the plans for today?

"The madam of Qingzhufang has hired a new courtesan. She's from out of town, and I've heard she's quite beautiful and skilled at playing the zither. I must go and check her out."

Throughout Ningzhou Prefecture, everyone knows that the young master of the General's Mansion is most fond of womanizing.

When a brothel gets a new courtesan, they will always send someone to inform her.

To be precise, the new courtesan of Qingzhufang was recruited for Qingchuan, a young master who was famous far and wide.

Qingchuan understood this, but he didn't object. After all, he had plenty of money to kill time, so it was a case of one willing to give and the other willing to receive.

Luo Xin gently smoothed out the fine wrinkles on Qing Chuan's clothes. Her eyes were smiling, and she did not show the slightest anger at Qing Chuan's plan to go out and seek pleasure.

"We should definitely go and see. Which brothel in Ningzhou Prefecture has a courtesan who doesn't meet our young master's standards and dares to call herself the queen?"

"That's right, that's right."

"Tch, it's just a waste of money."

After Qingchuan changed his clothes, Luo Xin tidied up his bed as usual, and he then left.

But he went out and then came back, only poking his head in.

"Luo Xin".

Luo Xin deftly folded the colorful thin blanket in her hands, without even raising her head.

"Um?"

"Remember to cut up that dark green dress; I don't want to see it again."

Why?

"Because I want one more reason to think of you."

Upon hearing this, Luo Xin looked up blankly towards the doorway, which was now empty.

"Greetings, young master!"

"Young Master has gone out!"

"Young Master, would you like someone to accompany you today?"

The servants inside and outside the mansion greeted Qingchuan, the young master, with a chorus of greetings, just like the scene that had occurred countless mornings before.

A soft smile appeared on Luo Xin's lips, and her fair face, which had been so natural just moments before, gradually flushed red, until it was as hot as her girlish heart.