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In the home of Liu Qingxi, she inexplicably held a letter and asked, "Excuse me, who are you? Who gave me this letter?"
" Miss Liu, our old master sent me personally to deliver this. It must be handed to you directly. Once you read it, you'll understand," the messenger replied.
The envelope clearly bore the words "To Miss Liu " in bold letters.
The content began by introducing who the sender was, then mentioned the newly constructed Earthen House after the earthquake, and finally asked if she would be willing to become their apprentice.
What does this even mean? Liu Qingxi had no idea what was going on; she didn't even know who Elder Ying was! How could she casually accept someone as her master?
" Miss Liu, our old master is a renowned construction master, known for his Masterful Craftsmanship. The houses designed by him..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" The enthusiastic explanation held no appeal for Liu Qingxi because she simply wasn't interested.
"How about you go back first? Let me think it over before I give you a reply?"
The messenger nodded eagerly, "Sure! You can go directly to Lingjiang Province and the Ying Family, or send a message. I'll be staying in town for two days. If you've made up your mind, you can hand the letter to me directly."
Liu Qingxi nodded and saw him off.
As she walked away, she couldn't help but smile. When did people from the Provincial Capital start knowing her name? It was truly amusing.
"Hey? Qingxi, what do you have there?" A boy walking towards her noticed the words "To Miss Liu " on the envelope and his expression darkened.
The powerful strokes and smooth lines indicated that the writer had considerable skill; it was clear that writing such a letter was not something one could achieve overnight.
Such strength in writing could not belong to a woman; it must have been written by a man.
"Man?" The boy tightened his wrist slightly, his Adam's apple rolling as swallowing became increasingly difficult. The slight curve at the corner of his mouth gradually stiffened.
"Who wrote you the letter?" he asked casually, pretending not to care, while his hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist.
The sound of cracking joints startled Liu Qingxi, causing her to look up. "Yang Yichen, what's wrong with you?"
"Hah, nothing. You still haven't answered my question."
The girl, who had been puzzled for a while, finally found a partner to discuss with. "Just now, someone inexplicably handed me this letter."
The boy's expression stiffened and gradually turned pale, as if he were about to crush someone at any moment.
Liu Qingxi remained oblivious and continued chattering in the boy's ear. "I just don't know who this Elder Ying is; they want to take me as a disciple."
"What? Take you as a disciple?" Yang Yichen doubted he had heard correctly.
"Yeah, what's the problem? Look, it says here, the surname Ying. I don't know where this Ying Family is; the villagers I interact with the most are from Ten Li Eight Villages. I don't know this person at all."
In an unseen place, Yang Yichen's tightly clenched fist slowly relaxed, revealing clear nail marks on his palm, faint beads of blood emerging, but he was completely unaware.
The boy's mind was filled with thoughts about the girl. Just seeing those few big characters on the cover made his heart tremble. What kind of man had this woman attracted? He wished he could fly over and give that person a good beating.
But what? It wasn't a love letter; it was an apprenticeship request? Who was taking disciples? The surname Ying?
Yang Yichen's brain raced as he filtered through all the surnames Ying he could think of, then looked at the girl in front of him. She had a knack for building houses; there hadn't been one left for so long.
"Yang Yichen, should we agree? But I don't know him at all; I have no idea what his personality is like. I'm a bit scared. How did he find my house?"
She couldn't bear the consequences of a series of problems; if the other party had malicious intent, wouldn't she be exposing herself right under the enemy's nose?
Unexpectedly, Yang Yichen smiled slightly, and in that moment, the youth bloomed like a night-blooming flower, dazzling the girl’s eyes. With starry eyes, she looked at him, wishing she could present her pink heart to him.
Compared to his previous refreshing voice, perhaps due to growth, the boy's voice now carried a hint of hoarseness. It was not unpleasant; rather, it was more magnetic, captivating those who heard it.
Liu Qingxi didn't know what Yang Yichen had said; her heart was completely immersed in the boy's magnetic voice.
With her hands propping up her chin, she foolishly stared at Yang Yichen until he deliberately raised his voice.
"Elder Ying is a master designer in the architecture field of Lingjiang Province, an unparalleled elder. He wants to take you as his apprentice; it's a rare opportunity. Are you going or not? Of course you should go."
Yang Yichen lightly cleared his throat and coughed twice: "Forget about Lingjiang Province; this person is also a big shot in all of Western Moon. If you can follow him, there will be no doubts about your abilities in the future. In the architecture industry, you can do whatever you want without anyone daring to refute you."
What a great opportunity; how could she not seize it?
At this point, Liu Qingxi finally understood the meaning behind his gaze and recognized Elder Ying's true identity and status, as well as how rare this letter was. Many people outside would break their heads just to follow him.
So, was this just sheer luck? Modern designers often struggled through hard times; compared to such a big name, there was so much to learn.
"This Elder Ying is very knowledgeable in feng shui and has yet to be surpassed. He has seen many high-ranking officials and nobles; it's hard for anyone to invite him. So Qingxi, you are very lucky."
"Hahaha, good! Then I will visit this master designer of architecture as soon as possible."
"There's no rush; isn't he waiting for your reply? There's no need to go right now. You should write back first and hear about Elder Ying's next arrangements."
"Oh right! He didn't ask me to go yet, so I'll wait." Liu Qingxi kept smiling foolishly and suddenly stuffed the messy things in her hands into Yang Yichen's hands: "You hold this; I’ll quickly write the letter."
Yang Yichen thought, "Can you not make a fuss over nothing? I came all this way to see her, and I didn't even get to hold her hand."
The woman was too disobedient, daring to leave him behind. Hmph!
She left him, but that was fine; he would go after her!
Hehe, Yang Yichen rarely showed a sly and mischievous smile as he eagerly followed Liu Qingxi into the room.
If Yang Yichen's subordinates saw their master acting like a sycophant, they would definitely be filled with disbelief. What was going on? Was this really their cold-hearted master?
However, a cold wind swept through, and the guards hiding in the shadows and branches quickly retreated under the pressure of Yang Yichen's icy demeanor.
Liu Qingxi was too excited to pay any attention to Yang Yichen, who was like a pesky follower.
As she lifted her pen to write a letter, it seemed that she couldn't write anything with this soft pen.
Fine, she was good with charcoal pencils; she could read and write, but she couldn't handle a brush. The problem was that it was her first time replying to a Master Designer in the architecture field, so it had to be formal.
Ah! Yang Yichen pretended to clear his throat and covered his mouth as he slowly walked up behind the girl. His long fingers, clearly defined at the joints, enveloped her.
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