Chapter 337: Chapter 337: After Disguising Herself as a Man, the Rabbit Spirit Ran Away with a Baby in Her Womb 47
“Is there sothing you need?” Su Zhiruan asked, holding a basket and looking at the two aunties with confusion.
The Sishi Mountain range was vast, stretching indefinitely and crossing at least eight different countries, with those countries using Sishi Mountain as a border.
Generally speaking, few civilians lived at the foot of Sishi Mountain, as no one knew if there were dangers lurking on the mountain or if other countries might suddenly wage war.
“Our young master has sent us to find young won. If you’re willing, we could bring you to et him. If chosen, you’ll get to enjoy all the finest foods and drinks!” the auntie on the left explained excitedly.
Su Zhiruan frowned and then shook her head, “Look for soone else. I already have a child and am a mother. You’ve got the wrong person.”
The other auntie didn’t know what to say but attempted to grab Su Zhiruan, who deftly avoided her.
Su Zhiruan’s brows furrowed. She had tried to avoid such villages on her way down the mountain, yet she was still entangled with these people.
Talking about following so young master to enjoy luxury was just code for abduction.
“Miss, oh no, Madam, I saw you coming down from the mountain. Why don’t you find a place to rest properly? Rest assured, we are not bad people,” the auntie on the right finally eked out these words with an awkward smile after a long pause.
“Don’t stop ,” Su Zhiruan said, her voice cold, as she gripped the basket a little tighter.
The two aunties wanted to persist, but at that mont, they saw a man step out from behind Su Zhiruan. They imdiately stopped what they were doing and shouted, “Young master!”
Su Zhiruan turned around, curious to see who this young master was.
As she turned, her vision blurred for a mont, and she almost lost her focus.
There stood an extrely young man, his hair tied back, wearing a tight-fitting outfit. The various accessories adorning him indicated that he was either rich or noble.
In one hand, he held a Peach Wood Sword, and in the other, a Demon Mirror.
His features were relaxed and he looked as splendid as the breeze and the bright moon, his deanor very comforting—as if he were a dashing, unrestrained nobleman galloping down a boulevard.
With a tall nose, rosy lips, and white teeth, he smiled heartily. It was as if stars always twinkled in his eyes, captivating everyone around him. As young as he was, his appearance stood out exceptionally.
And hanging on his waist was a Jade Pendant carved with the pattern of a coiling dragon, clearly no ordinary object.
“Miss, please wait,” the young man rapidly approached to intercept Su Zhiruan. As soon as he caught sight of her, he was dumbstruck and then thrilled.
“You may call Madam, as I am a mother,” Su Zhiruan corrected him. Yet, from her observation, the young man probably wasn’t listening.
The young man imdiately corrected his address, but his gaze didn’t shift from her face, “Madam, may we talk?”
Despite the repeated requests, Su Zhiruan didn’t even know what they wanted from her. Since she had nothing else to do at the mont, she agreed, “You sent them to look for people, and now you block my way yourself. What exactly do you want?”
“It’s a long story. If Madam is willing to listen, then I could tell you now,” the young man was relentless, insistent that Su Zhiruan hear the story before making up her mind.
“Go ahead,” Su Zhiruan set down her basket beside her, casually swinging it as she prepared to listen to the young man’s story.
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