Quick Transmigration: Still Life Fairy

Chen Qingyan's relentless attitude reminded Du Huai'an of the concubines in the palace. He had thought that this person in front of him was somewhat special, but he did not expect that she was just like those concubines in the palace. Even though she had nothing to do with him, she did not care about the occasion or her own reputation. How was this behavior any different from that of women who went to brothels?

Ultimately, the thinking in ancient times is different from that in modern times. In modern times, such a scene would be commonplace, but in ancient times it would be considered a lack of restraint. A woman asking a stranger's name on the street and saying that she wanted to go to his house to express her gratitude is practically offering herself up.

Du Huai'an didn't agree with Chen Qingyan's actions, and the common people who overheard their conversation also disagreed. However, everyone knew that these two people were probably not simple, so they only dared to mutter a few words in their hearts and didn't dare to openly point fingers.

"It wasn't me who saved you just now, it was this subordinate of mine. Even if you want to thank me, you shouldn't ask me."

Du Huai'an stopped in his tracks, turned around, and with a single sentence, blocked Chen Qingyan from leaving.

Chen Qingyan really wanted to say that she didn't really want to repay the favor. She just wanted to find an excuse to get the address of the benefactor in front of her. Then she could follow the clues to find out the identity of the person in front of her. If the person's identity was indeed very high, she could consider putting him on the list of candidates for her harem.

Of course, Chen Qingyan only dared to say these words to herself; she would never dare to say them in front of everyone.

So she could only awkwardly look at the guard who had just saved him, "I wonder what this young master is like..."

"No need, I was just following orders."

Chen Qingyan: "..." That's not how you shirk responsibility! (\-_-)\┯━┯!

Seeing Chen Qingyan's embarrassed expression, Du Huai'an sneered inwardly and turned to leave.

Chen Qingyan could only watch helplessly as her prey slipped away, unable to do anything about it. The master and servant had already teamed up to fob her off, and if she didn't know her place and went after them, she would really be throwing herself at them.

Yu Liu caught a glimpse of Chen Qingyan's resentful gaze through the gaps in her hair. She blinked, finally coming to her senses from the previous situation.

Du Huai'an didn't tell Chen Qingyan that he was an imperial bodyguard. He didn't even reveal his name. He even teamed up with his bodyguards to play a trick on Chen Qingyan. It seems that he might not have had much affection for Chen Qingyan, or he might not have had any affection for her at all. His arrival ultimately changed things.

Chen Qingyan lost her favor and was quickly forgotten by Du Huai'an. He had been confined to the palace every day before and rarely had the opportunity to leave. After becoming emperor, he could leave the palace at any time, but he was usually too busy to take the time. Now he could finally take a good look at the bustling capital.

"Eh?"

Du Huai'an paused, hesitated for a long time, and finally walked towards the stall he had just seen.

The stall owner was an old man who also seemed to have difficulty walking. He had a small wooden cart covered with all sorts of dough figurines, and a group of children were surrounding him.

Most people are interested in dough figurines; adults rarely stop at this stall. But when Du Huai'an walked up to the stall and stood there, he immediately caught the old man's attention.

"Sir, would you like a dough figurine made?"

"Hmm." Du Huai'an tossed out a silver ingot, which was enough to buy the entire stall.

"Keep the change, just make me one according to my specifications."

Du Huai'an rarely showed patience for this kind of thing. He stood there and guided the old man. Before long, a little figure with long flowing hair was sculpted.

Yu Liu peeked out from the back of his neck and was immediately shocked to find that the clay figure being sculpted was actually herself.

The old man's craftsmanship is truly excellent. With just a few words from Du Huai'an, he brought the image to life, making it look as lifelike as the real Yu Liu. However, the clay figure is currently only one color, and the facial features are not very clear.

Noticing Yu Liu peeking around, Du Huai'an felt a strange urge to touch her small body, but he knew the occasion wasn't right and he could only imagine it.

After finishing making the dough figurines, Du Huai'an had them wrapped up and led Yu Liu to continue strolling around.

That evening, Yu Liu stood on the table, speechless in front of the dough figurine placed in front of her, while Du Huai'an rested his chin on his hand, watching her with great interest.

Yuliu: "..." Childish!

Du Huai'an's incognito visit did not take them far. They toured the entire capital and its surrounding towns, witnessing not only the bustling streets and the majesty of the powerful, but also the suffering of the poor.

No matter which city it is, even under the emperor's nose, when people's economic situation is relatively good, there will be no shortage of poor areas. There are quite a few beggars in the capital, but they all know how to read people's faces and basically will not appear in areas where there are many nobles. Du Huai'an initially thought that he had made the capital extremely prosperous, but now he finally saw the barrenness hidden under the surface prosperity.

"I think that my life's goal is to ensure that all my people can have enough to eat."

These were the words Du Huai'an spoke to Yu Liu after witnessing the cruelty of the slums and thinking for a long time.