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Suddenly, a strange numbness spread through her legs, as if swept by a cold wind. Heart racing, she watched as the soup changed direction and splashed toward the young lady below.
The young lady had been waiting with an air of arrogance for Xia Muxin to be scalded, but in an instant, the smile on her lips vanished. Her eyes widened like saucers as she saw the soup arc gracefully toward her face, fear draining the color from her cheeks, leaving her unable to react.
"Ah... Miss, be careful!" Several maids screamed in trembling voices, but it was too late for them to rush forward. They could only watch as the soup splattered across the young lady's face, followed by a scream that echoed like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ah... my face, my face..."
Xia Muxin patted her chest, still shaken, realizing she had moved from the staircase to the corner of the wall. Cursing under her breath, she glanced around but saw no suspicious figures. Furrowing her brow in thought, she looked up to see the young lady rolling on the ground, clutching her face.
Xia Muxin's lips twitched. If that soup had splashed on her, it would have surely burned her skin off. However, that cold wind had forced the soup to change direction. Though it all happened in the blink of an eye, she believed that wind was colder than winter snow. Thus, the young lady only suffered a minor burn that would cause no real harm.
"What happened?"
The commotion caught the attention of Su Yan-Chu, who was returning from the restroom. Seeing Xia Muxin leaning against the wall with a disdainful expression, he had a rough idea of what transpired. He merely shot her a glance before striding down the steps and asking with an imposing tone.
The young lady continued to sob while covering her face. When she noticed a pair of brown boots trimmed with gold threads standing before her, she lowered her hands from her face. Her eyes lit up at the sight before quickly turning bashful as she said:
"Young Master... I am Zhao Qiushui. I accidentally slipped and fell just now."
Xia Muxin rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress any urge to laugh.
She casually glanced down for a moment, then lost interest. As a girl from a farming family in the mountains, she had plenty of opportunities to come to town, but encountering such peculiarities was not something that happened every time. After scanning her surroundings once more, she turned away with a hint of disappointment.
Having finished his business, Su Yan-Chu returned to his seat, clearly not in the best of spirits. It seemed he had been bothered by Zhao Qiushui, as he muttered under his breath:
"Xia Muxin is really ruthless; she left this mess for me to clean up."
Shen Muhan raised an eyebrow. The fiery girl from earlier was named Muxin. He then lightly furrowed his brow and focused on sipping the sweet soup in front of him.
The soup was sweet but not cloying, refreshing on the palate. Especially after indulging earlier, drinking this soup felt incredibly soothing, and his tightly knit brows suddenly relaxed.
"Master, Miss Xia wants to see you; she said it's important," Su Yan-Chu was still sulking when Uncle Bingzi rushed over, peering at Shen Muhan while nervously swallowing before speaking.
Su Yan-Chu snorted through her nose and stood up to consult the two elders. Just as she was about to take a step, a cool voice rang out:
"I'll go with you."
- End of Chapter -
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