Chapter 227 - 227 225 The Joy of Being Poor

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227: Chapter 225: The Joy of Being Poor 227: Chapter 225: The Joy of Being Poor She looked deeply at Baili An and said, “Divine beings need the faith of their followers, but they do not need sycophantic flattery or ingratiating advances. So don’t hold your breath, hoping to see how much honor and fortune they can bestow upon you, because those who long for such illusory things will not be able to see the true spirit of the Empress.” Seeing her say these things with arrogance and distaste, Baili An couldn’t help but rub her head and said, “I know, why are you telling me this? I didn’t even want to meet her.” Fang Geyu snorted lightly, a hint of mockery in her eyes, “In this world, there’s no one who doesn’t wish to lay eyes on the Empress’s graceful presence. You say you don’t, but you must be disappointed today, right?” Baili An laughed, “If I had really met the Empress herself, I wouldn’t have been able to come out at all.” He didn’t know when Miss Fang Da would be a little more honest. Clearly concerned about him, she had followed along all the way. She, who had been pampered from a young age and never even touched cold water, had braved the freezing winds all morning. Now that she saw him safe and sound, she could have said a few words of kindness. But she just had to do the opposite. It’s as if she wasn’t Fang Geyu unless she deliberately irritated people. “Yes, yes,” Fang Geyu spread her palms with a look of pity and regret. “I thought you’d be carried out, and then the Mountain Seal would be mine. I was really looking forward to it, I didn’t even eat breakfast and came early to wait here, just to collect your corpse. And yet, you’re still bouncing around, alive and well. How utterly boring.” Perhaps because Baili An’s demeanor was too friendly and natural, he couldn’t hide his delight when he saw her at the city gates. The presumptive thought that ‘she was worried and waiting for him’ was quite irritating. Thus, old habits came back to Fang Geyu. She couldn’t help but raise her defenses, wrapping herself up tightly, not showing a hint of softness. She wasn’t used to being caring and intimate with others. All these years, she had been like this, much like a hedgehog’s nature, instinctively raising her spines to protect herself whenever someone approached. Baili An watched her quietly, saying nothing. Fang Geyu thought he was angry, hence his silence. Normal. It was right to be angry. There was no one who played with Fang Geyu who didn’t get angry, even the good-natured Xiao Yuan often ended up frustrated by her. Finding it rather dull, the cold winds bringing a languid softness to her features, Fang Geyu’s fingers dipped into her Qiankun Bag, about to summon her jade chariot to leave. “I’m getting a bit hungry,” said Baili An suddenly. Her probing fingers paused, and Fang Geyu’s eyes inexplicably fixed on him. Knowing him for so long, it was the first time she heard him voluntarily say he was hungry. Was he implying that she should feed him? Fang Geyu muttered “troublesome” under her breath, withdrew her hand from the spiritual bag, and instead reached into her Qiankun Bag to pull out a fine-quality dagger. Before she could unsheathe it, Baili An smoothly took the dagger back. She raised an eyebrow at Baili An, “What, were you planning on biting into it directly?” Baili An secured the dagger and tilted the umbrella in her direction a bit before saying, “Since you haven’t had breakfast either, why not join me for a stroll in the city and have something to eat? I heard from the innkeeper that there’s a place in the north of the city that’s been making soup buns and wonton noodles for over twenty years, exclusive to Xianling City, want to give it a try?” Fang Geyu was stunned. Was he inviting her to have breakfast together? But he couldn’t eat human food, could he? Fang Geyu’s expression froze for a few seconds before she realized. So, he wasn’t actually angry just now; he just remembered her saying she hadn’t eaten breakfast early enough and was thinking about where to take her for something delicious? Clearly indulging her, yet insisting that he was the one who was hungry and wanted her to accompany him. Really… He was clearly an unpolished young ruffian, assuming the guise of a kind-hearted elder brother. Fang Geyu hummed, not breaking it to him that he actually couldn’t eat human food. She hid the spiritual bag with the jade chariot more securely on her waist, her beautiful eyes gleaming with the snowy charm of the city, bright and defiant. Her naturally attractive lips curled slightly, as if she was trying hard to resist the urge to smile and forcing herself to appear annoyed, “You’re so grown up, do you still need someone to accompany you for a meal?” With a look of reluctance and apparent disdain, Yet her steps moved along easily, and the sound of her little boots crunched in the snow. Baili An smiled and followed her pace, standing side by side under the umbrella. Fang Geyu, who would always take her jade chariot when leaving the house and never walk, had now hidden her spiritual bag from sight. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, Fang Geyu turned to Baili An with a frown and asked, “Do you still have any of the pocket money I gave you last time?” Baili An, in an effort to meet her gaze, leaned in a little, so as to keep his head as level with hers as possible, and with a wink, he chuckled, “I used it all up.” Fang Geyu, the small rich maiden, didn’t give him excessive amounts of pocket money. Because she knew Baili An’s temperament wasn’t like those sons of the Immortal Sects who squandered money in pleasure quarters without a second thought, and he didn’t have many places to spend money on. He was easy to provide for. And for some reason, she felt like she was nurturing some kind of soft, little creature with this small corpse demon. Though she could give him a lot of money at once, she enjoyed the process of regularly feeding and nurturing more. As the miss of Shifang City, accustomed to lavish spending, she had for the first time become ‘stingy and penny-pinching’ over something. And yet, she found this penny-pinching way of spending actually quite pleasing. It was a little source of happiness. Strange, after many years of careless spending, she found momentary stinginess more satisfying than usual. Fang Geyu didn’t understand this bizarre and puzzling emotion of hers. After pondering for a moment, she came to a conclusion. Maybe… this was the happiness of not having money. Hearing that he had used up the money, the corners of Fang Geyu’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. Then, she quickly produced a few silver ingots and gold ingots and said, “Take out your wallet.” Baili An took out his wallet with one hand, unable to open it himself. Fang Geyu clicked her tongue and took the small wallet from him, intending to put the money inside for him. Suddenly, she uttered a soft ‘hmm’ as she felt the heavy wallet in her hand, which was bulging, seemingly not at all the picture of emptiness. Baili An then saw her brows quickly furrowing, a hint of displeasure appearing. When Fang Geyu opened his little wallet and saw the gleaming Luminous Pearl inside, her slight displeasure turned into significant annoyance. Tsk, this disloyal little corpse demon, he must have been kept by some other woman. The intimately affectionate Xiao Yuan from usual days, now considered just ‘some other woman.’

Chapter 227 - 227 225 The Joy of Being Poor

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