Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Jiang Yunsui: Why am I so unlucky? QAQ

“I didn’t draw you. This isn’t you.”

Still as dumb as ever. She just had to go and do the most obvious, guilty thing possible, didn’t she?

Song Jin and the others leaned in for a look.

“What the hell is this supposed to be?”

Song Jin said, “It’s hideous.”

Jiang Yunsui became even more depressed.

The consequence of offending the big boss was that even when it was time to eat, she was still standing with her face to the wall. The dining table was right beside her, and everyone else was eating, chatting, and laughing.

While she was still facing the wall…

Jiang Yunsui was so hungry she was practically drooling. Song Jin, that jerk, even picked up a chicken drumstick and waved it in front of her.

Jiang Yunsui: Gurgle, gurgle…

“Oh? What’s that noise? So it was someone’s stomach.”

Shen Qingzhu glanced at Song Jin. “How did this man get more and more obnoxious?”

Hadn’t he always been gloomy before? How long had it been? How had he turned into such a smug little menace?

The others nodded in agreement.

Ji Yan’an took a sip of tea. He understood Song Jin a little better than the rest of them, though most of it came from what Crown Prince Cousin had told him.

This was closer to Song Jin’s real personality.

Song Jin had friends willing to risk their lives to help him, and naturally, part of that was because he had been well-liked.

He was talented, and before disaster struck, his personality had always been somewhat bright. He loved going out with his friends, riding horses and composing poems together. He was a little arrogant about his talent, but that was only because he truly had the ability to back it up.

Anyone who went through having his exam paper switched, being hunted down, and then returning home only to discover that his family had also suffered because of him would find it impossible to stay sunny.

When Song Jin leisurely brought the chicken drumstick he had already bitten into toward Jiang Yunsui again, her little face filled with resentment. Then, all at once, she latched onto his arm with both hands and feet.

“Awoo!”

She hung straight off Song Jin’s arm and clamped her mouth tightly around the drumstick.

Song Jin: !!!!

“Let go! I already ate from that! Let go with your mouth!”

Not only did Jiang Yunsui refuse to let go, she hugged on even tighter. She bit off a mouthful of meat and chewed with all her might.

Her movements were unbelievably nimble.

Everyone else: “…”

Just how hungry was she?

The corner of Ji Yan’an’s mouth twitched.

Although Jiang Yunsui was the one doing all this, for some reason, he felt deeply embarrassed.

“Pfft, hahahaha, Young Master, look at her…”

Nanshu was laughing when he noticed that the Young Master’s expression did not look quite right. He quickly tucked away his big, bared grin.

He slapped his own mouth, as if to say he had said nothing at all.

“Get down!”

Song Jin regretted everything. “Hurry up and get down. I’ll give you the drumstick.”

Only then did Jiang Yunsui release the hands and feet she had wrapped around him.

Hanging in midair like that was pretty uncomfortable too.

Ji Yan’an took a deep breath. “Jiang Yunsui, come eat.”

If he still didn’t let her eat, who knew what other bizarre things she might do?

When Jiang Yunsui heard that, her eyes instantly lit up. With her mouth still gleaming with oil, she scampered over happily.

Then, with practiced ease, she sat down beside Ji Yan’an and flashed him a toothy grin.

“Is my punishment over now?”

Her voice was soft and milky.

Ji Yan’an only felt his eyes ache. “Go wash your face first.”

Jiang Yunsui’s little face immediately fell. Why was it so hard just to eat a meal?

Shen Qingzhu said gently, “You still haven’t cleaned all the ash off yourself. There’s some in your hair too. If it falls into the food while you’re eating, that won’t be good. Be good. Go wash up and change your clothes first.”

Jiang Yunsui gave a little, “Oh.” Then she asked, “Can I take a meat-stuffed flatbread and eat it on the way?”

Shen Qingzhu used his chopsticks to pick up a flatbread for her.

Nanshu urged her, “Go on, go on. I’ll wash your hair for you.”
Next time, he really should bring a maid. At this rate, he was about to become a full-time nanny.

Jiang Yunsui held her roujiamo in both hands, eating as she toddled away on her short little legs.

Only after quite a while did she come running back, scrubbed clean from head to toe, her pretty little face looking especially sweet and well-behaved.

Her hair was still damp, wrapped up in a white handkerchief.

When she returned, she saw that the food on the table had already been replaced.

The new dishes were smaller in portion, more delicate, untouched, and clean.

Ji Yan’an sat properly at one end of the dining table.

Jiang Yunsui hurried over in a little trot. “Let’s eat quickly. I’m so hungry.”

Ji Yan’an had not eaten yet either. Without that little thing there, watching anyone else eat did nothing for his appetite.

He had already sent people to search around the stronghold for the possible White Cloud Clay, or to question some of the bandits in the stronghold.

But compared to kaolin clay, the iron mine was even more important.

Even now, they still had not found the location of the iron mine. The people captured from that village were surprisingly tight-lipped; they would rather be beaten to death than talk.

Half of them were barbarians.

Ji Yan’an did not want to waste manpower searching blindly, so he went to find Shen Qingzhu.

“Can that Truth Mushroom be used?”

Shen Qingzhu nodded. “That thing is astonishing. It really can make people tell the truth. I made it into pills using different ratios and have already tested which formula is the most effective. With that formula, one Truth Mushroom can produce ten Truth Pill tablets.”

Ji Yan’an said, “Then we’ll try it today.”

And so, the group mounted their horses again and headed in the direction of Nanshan Village.

Jiang Yunsui shared a horse with Nanmo. Every so often, her big eyes would curiously glance over at Ji Yan’an, filled with shock.

Ji Yan’an finally could not bear it anymore. “What is that look on your face?”

Jiang Yunsui said, “Wow! Ji Yan’an, you actually know how to ride a horse without falling off.”

Everyone: “…”

Ever since Ji Yan’an had been poisoned, the people around him had treated him with extreme caution. In conversation, they always avoided the topic of his weak body, afraid it would upset him.

But Jiang Yunsui just had to poke at his frailty every now and then.

“Shut up. Move your eyes somewhere else.”

Ji Yan’an truly could not hit her or scold her, and in the end, the only one left angry was himself.

Jiang Yunsui closed her mouth for only a short while before she started chattering again. In front of familiar creatures, she simply could not help talking too much.

“I want to learn how to ride a horse too. When we go back, can I choose a little pony?”

“Or a moose. A big dog would be fine too.”

She had ridden a moose last time, after all.

“Moose are huge, even bigger than horses. They’re so impressive.”

Song Jin, with a blade of grass in his mouth, glanced at her. “Didn’t I hear that someone got thrown off a moose last time?”

Jiang Yunsui muttered, “That was different. I couldn’t control it because we were going downhill.”

“And there were three bad guys chasing us from behind.”

Song Jin said, “But judging from your temperament, I think you’re more suited to riding a pig. It’s not like you haven’t ridden one before, right?”

Jiang Yunsui was so mad. She planted her little hands on her hips and started fussing at Song Jin.

“You’re the one suited to riding a pig! You’re a pig! A big dumb pig!”

Song Jin said, “Tch. Childish.”

Jiang Yunsui glared at him with all the fierce cuteness she could muster. Then she glared again.

Mm. On the way to the village, she spent a very long time doing nothing but glaring at Song Jin.

Song Jin was speechless for a moment, then began to trick her with a perfectly serious expression. “If you keep doing that, your eyes will grow into an ugly squint when you’re older.”

Hearing that, Jiang Yunsui turned to Ji Yan’an with a look asking for confirmation.

Ji Yan’an turned his head away and refused to look at her.

Jiang Yunsui got a little scared. She quickly covered her eyes and rubbed them, then sat up straight and looked properly ahead.

She did not want to be ugly. Even if Little Mushroom turned into a human, she still had to become the cutest, prettiest human of all.