Quick Transmigration: Leisure

That night.

Xia Youmi and Qi Yingshan finally managed to coax the old lady to sleep, only to see A'nao and A'po waiting outside the door.

Their faces still had a lingering blush, clearly indicating their great satisfaction with today's grand event.

"Ami, am I still as imposing as I am today?" Aper used her newly acquired deep voice, her eyes and brows full of teasing.

"Shut up!" Arnold gave Amber a sharp rap on the head, both out of concern for her best friend's voice and because she found it funny.

"Wow! I'll find you some herbs later, and they'll help you regain your warbling voice." Xia Youmi found it amusing, but when they started discussing the process, Aper felt ashamed and embarrassed.

But she didn't want to get married; her desire to become one of the two most favored people by the old lady's side won out, so she went all out.

The first person is the universally acknowledged senior sister, Anu. Anu is usually too frivolous and seems not mature enough, which is why she has not been recognized by everyone for a long time.

Xia Youmi wasn't being presumptuous by saying he was helping to find medicine. He had indeed discovered a lot of herbs on the back mountain, all of good quality and age, but no one in that area cared about them and they were just considered ordinary weeds.

The Valley of Divine Healers has meticulously maintained medicinal herb fields.

It was not for ordinary people to enter, and even the caregivers were carefully selected, which shows how precious it was.

Most other martial arts schools have their own medicinal cuisine halls, mainly purchasing ready-made medicinal herbs. All herbs are already prepared and can be taken directly according to the prescription.

Becoming a healer requires an excessive amount of mental and physical exertion, often requiring practitioners to forgo achieving higher levels of martial arts skills.

Over time, doctors became increasingly rare.

Thus, even though the Divine Doctor Valley held a high position, people still had to follow their rules and ask for favors.

Maids and servants have never been required to enter through the door; it all depends on one's kindness.

"That's fine, then I'll have to trouble you, Sister Ami!" Apo curtsied and bowed to Qi Yingshan. In private, they often called each other "sister" haphazardly, without distinguishing between seniority or age, only formally addressing their masters.

"Rest now, I'll see Miss Shan off." Xia Youmi took Qi Yingshan's hand and led her towards her residence. Qi Yingshan was still in a daze, letting Xia Youmi do as she pleased, her mind still wandering.

Normally, she would have returned in a few leaps, without needing Xia Youmi, whose martial arts skills were so much inferior, to see her off.

However, the information about Qi Yingting that the old lady had just revealed had caused the other party to fall into deep thought.

Only after entering the other party's magnificent courtyard did Qi Yingshan ask Xia Youmi in a trembling voice, "Brother Yingting... are you really going to get married?"

Xia Youmi didn't know where his infatuation came from, so she could only gently comfort him:

"Miss Shan, the Alliance Leader is always surrounded by troubles, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"I..." Qi Yingshan seemed to be thinking of something sad, and tears welled up instantly.

"Waaah, Ami, when we were little, Brother Yingting made me play the bride. I thought he wanted me to... wait for him when I grew up, waaah." Qi Yingshan buried her face in Xia Youmi's shoulder as she cried, sobbing pitifully.

The black lines around Xia Youmi's head were becoming a physical representation; she had no idea there was this part to come.

Scratching through distant memories, it does seem that once, at a grand martial arts tournament for adults, a few of them, like little kids, played house (a martial arts version). Then, a group of young masters and ladies from other sects nominated Qi Yingting as the leader of their respective sects (alliance), but everyone wanted to be the leader's wife, causing quite a commotion.

From an adult's perspective, perhaps Qi Yingting simply didn't want to cause trouble for other forces. Or perhaps he simply chose his most familiar cousin to boost the prestige of his own family, believing that the alliance leader's wife should naturally be chosen from his own sect.

That's how the "Soul Finger" came about, making Qi Yingshan the outstanding little girl.

However, even if Uncle Qi Shisan isn't the old leader's biological brother, they are still distant cousins. They are still considered close relatives, so there's no chance of anything happening between them.

If someone truly cares for the girl, they wouldn't allow her ambition to marry the leader of the alliance to grow unchecked.

Perhaps someone is deliberately misleading us.

But at this moment, Xia Youmi wanted to go back to the past and not let Qi Yingshan come to the matchmaking event.

Isn't the happiness of others a perfect catalyst?

call,

It's all Qi Yingting's fault for causing trouble.

......

It was the hour of Yin (3-5 AM).

Qi Yingshan, unable to hold onto Xia Youmi's clothes any longer, fell into a deep sleep. Her courtyard was quite unique; instead of a large group of maids and servants keeping watch at night, there was only one boy guarding the gate. After exchanging a few words, it was learned that Qi Yingshan disliked being served, and that cleaning was only done when she was away.

Seeing that she was about to leave on foot, the boy chased after her and brought her a lamp, hoping to ease her fear.

He overheard the crying and attempts to comfort her in the room. Anyone who was good to the young lady was someone he, Xiao Tong, considered a good person.

Xia Youmi thanked him, accepted the gift, and quickly left.

She has a little plan.

While everyone is asleep, I plan to go for a soak in the hot springs.

With someone pointing the way and keeping watch every year, it shouldn't be a problem. But her clothes are all wrinkled, and it would be too much trouble for her to boil and fetch water to bathe herself.

"Eek—" Xia Youmi sighed comfortably.

Life used to move so fast that she couldn't remember the last time she enjoyed herself.

"Don't worry, everything's fine around here. There are a few night owls patrolling the territory." Nian Nian worked leisurely as well. It couldn't stop running; being able to work at a moderate pace was already the best mode.

"Great, it's so good to have you every year." This is a sincere statement.

"I'm hungry. When will these eggs be cooked?" Xia Youmi not only brought clean clothes to change into, but also a towel to wipe herself, several pretty eggs and a bamboo plate, as well as dried flowers and weapons for self-defense.

The bamboo basket was filled to the brim.

"It takes at least thirty minutes to cook a soft-boiled egg, and only fifteen minutes have passed so far." Nian Nian, who worked part-time, gave Xia Youmi the time with unparalleled precision.

"Haha, got it." Xia Youmi's thoughts drifted to the cold noodles. How delicious it would be to eat them together!

The ways of preparing food in this world are not yet fully developed.

Or perhaps she hasn't been to many places, and those places are all filled with an ethereal atmosphere, where the food is valued for its exquisite taste rather than its deliciousness.

It only focuses on efficacy.

Xia Youmi's heart has already flown to all the hidden culinary corners, just waiting for her to master her light-footed kung fu.

"Meow--"

"Here, have some." Xia Youmi had just cracked open the first egg when a golden-eyed black cat approached with elegant steps. It looked at Xia Youmi and the food she was holding with some curiosity, but seeing that she ate one in a few bites, it didn't try to take it.

It is a steady and reliable one.

She took out a leaf, carefully placed the cracked, half-cooked egg on it, and handed it to the black cat.

The black cat twitched its nose, then licked the edge before quickly slipping inside.

Xia Youmi got itchy fingers from looking at the cat and became very interested in petting it.

But before they even got close, they heard a reminder from Nian Nian.

"There's rice, and there's movement down the mountain."

"Ok."

In fact, the person had just entered the range of observation and was using his lightness skill to move in this direction, so it was almost impossible for the person to immediately identify him.

By the time you can really see clearly, the ghostly figure is already approaching.

Xia Youmi had no choice but to face it head-on.