Chapter 127
Chapter 127: Played a Little Too Big
Su Qian Xue was speechless: her rating was “useless”? This damned system—could it go one day without insulting her? Did it think life wouldn’t go on unless it mocked her?
“Though useless sounds unpleasant, Host, don’t be angry. From now on, I’ll randomly grant you tool gift packs suited to your missions.”
Fine!!!
Grinding her teeth, Su Qian Xue forced down the fire in her chest. She just wanted to complete her tasks and avoid that lightning punishment. If getting called “useless” meant she’d receive tool packs to help finish the job, then perhaps being useless wasn’t so bad after all.
In fact, when she thought about it, as long as she was labeled a useless host, she could rely on these tools to succeed—so why not accept the title without shame?
[Beep—friendly reminder: Yun Wan Ye has entered a five-li range of Host. Please be cautious.]
Su Qian Xue froze, then clenched her teeth in fury.
[That man must be coming for me. Damn it, why does he haunt me like a ghost? How is it that every time, wherever I am, he just happens to be there? I can’t help but wonder if he planted a tracker on me. If he weren’t a man, I’d almost suspect the new female lead who stole my fate was him in disguise—otherwise why would he counter me at every turn?]
Hearing all this, Yun Wan Ning also blinked in surprise, starting to suspect Yun Wan Ye really had placed a tracker on Su Qian Xue.
[What? Second Brother suddenly left and is already within five li of her? She’s near Prince Qi’s manor now—what is he doing there? Is he really going for her? Could it be… he really did put a tracker on her? If not, how could he find her so precisely every time? So was I wrong before? Maybe the one with the system isn’t Sister, but Second Brother?]
Her eyes widened as if she had just uncovered something shocking.
Beside her, Madam Yun continued her embroidery, yawning slightly. She didn’t take the little one’s heart-voice too seriously. Su Qian Xue might have gotten some strange tools, but in Madam Yun’s mind, Wan Ye was destined to waste this trip. It didn’t matter—Little Fourth could monitor her and the system’s every move; there would be other chances.
As Madam Yun guessed, the moment Su Qian Xue learned Yun Wan Ye was close, she activated an invisibility talisman. In a blink, she vanished from the eyes of the world and boldly strode toward Prince Qi’s front gates.
[Hmph. Whether he’s here for me or not, I won’t let him ruin my plans again. That man was supposed to be my supporting male, willing to fight and die for me—but because of the new female lead’s appearance, his storyline collapsed. Now he’s turned from ally to number-one enemy. Infuriating.]
Complaining to the system, she reached the guard she’d failed to bribe last time.
Thinking of that unpleasant encounter, she planted herself in front of him—though he didn’t notice her at all. So, this talisman was really that good? She’d worried she might be seen, but clearly she’d been overthinking.
Lifting a brow, she suddenly kicked him hard in the stomach.
“Ow—!”
The guard bent over, clutching his belly in pain. “Who? Who kicked me?!”
The others just stared at him like he was an idiot.
Triumphant, Su Qian Xue’s mischief flared. She reached out to pinch his cheek. Hmm, not bad—smooth skin, and the feel wasn’t bad either.
The guard froze. A faint, fragrant scent brushed past his nose, and cold sweat prickled down his back. Broad daylight—could he have run into a ghost?
Panicked, he flailed wildly at the air. Su Qian Xue, caught off-guard, was shoved hard and landed on her backside.
“Ah—”
The strange sound made every guard tense, scanning the empty air.
Clamping her mouth shut, she didn’t dare make another sound.
[Beep—friendly reminder: three minutes of invisibility remain. Status ending soon. Please prepare.]
The system’s warning made her anxious. Ignoring the guards, she scrambled inside on all fours.
[System, system, quick—find me Mo Yuan Hao.]
She hadn’t worked so hard to get this gift pack just to waste the talisman. Even if she couldn’t finish the mission today, she would at least see Mo Yuan Hao.
[Location sent. Follow the guide to reach him.]
[Good.]
As she received the data, Yun Wan Ye arrived outside Prince Qi’s manor. A quick search turned up no trace of her, and his gut tightened.
“Not good… she might have slipped inside to find Mo Yuan Hao. No—can’t let her get near him.”
Eyes narrowing, he strode straight toward the manor gates.
…
Duke Ning Manor.
Yun Wan Ning sighed.
[Oh dear, Su Qian Xue’s in Prince Qi’s manor heading for Mo Yuan Hao. With two more tools on her, finishing her mission should be easy. Forget it—I’ll just drink my milk. Even if I wanted to meddle, I couldn’t.]
[Mother, I want milk.]
She waved her arms at Madam Yun, letting out a few whimpers.
Madam Yun immediately set down her embroidery and touched the baby’s cheek. “Hungry, Little Fourth? Don’t worry, Mother will feed you now.”
As she was halfway through feeding, a maid ran in, panting.
“Madam, the steward sends word: a traveling daoist has been loitering at our gates for a while, claiming our manor’s feng shui is bad. He refuses to leave. The steward’s never seen such a thing and asks for your decision.”
Yun Wan Ning froze, milk forgotten, eyes wide.
[What’s going on? I only just noticed the feng shui here was off, and now a traveling daoist shows up? And this wasn’t in the original plot! Sure, the story’s gone off-track, but why would a daoist suddenly appear, pointing at our house? This is too coincidental…]
Madam Yun just smiled and said to the maid, “I know.” Nothing more.
[What? That’s it? Aren’t you curious, Mother? Let’s go see him—I want to know what this daoist’s deal is. Honestly, I don’t believe in such coincidences.]
She pushed the spoon aside—a silent signal between mother and daughter that she was done eating.
“Since Little Fourth is full, Mother will take you outside for some sun—and to see what’s happening.”
[Ah, you know me well, Mother. I love you so much.]
Reaching for a hug, she then remembered her weight had gone up lately.
[If only Eldest or Second Brother were here—I’d cry until they carried me.]
Madam Yun hugged her with ease. She could manage the extra weight—and if not, there were plenty of guards to help.
Not far from the courtyard, they met Yun Wan Chen, standing tall and elegant beneath the eaves. Yun Wan Ning’s eyes lit up, and she waved her arms.
[Big Brother, carry me!]
With his sharp senses, he had noticed them before they even left the yard. Hearing her heart-voice, he came at once.
“Mother, where are you going?” he asked, taking her small hand.
“To the front yard,” Madam Yun smiled, explaining briefly about the daoist.
He raised a brow, feigning surprise. “Oh? In that case, I’ll go with you.” Reaching out, he said, “Give her to me.”
Together they headed to the gate, where loud arguing rang out.
“I’ve told you many times, I’m no swindler! This house may look grand and prosperous, but danger lurks beneath—your feng shui has serious problems! If you ignore it, disaster will strike. Miss this chance, and no one else may spot it in time! If you truly care for your masters, you should take me to them instead of driving me away. When calamity comes, can you shoulder the blame? Remember, when one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer!”
In Yun Wan Chen’s arms, Yun Wan Ning saw a middle-aged man in a daoist’s robe clutching a horsetail whisk, clinging to the steward like a burr. The steward’s face was black with frustration—he’d driven the man off a dozen times, but he kept coming back. And the man’s dire words made him afraid to get rough.
Just then, a cool, refined voice cut in. “Uncle Liu, what’s going on?”
Relieved, the steward turned to see Madam Yun, the heir, and the fourth young miss. “Madam, Young Master, you’re finally here… This swindler claims our feng shui is bad, and I can’t get rid of him. I had no choice but to ask you to decide.”
[Whether he’s a fraud or not, the feng shui here really is bad. Sometimes listening to advice is a blessing. Uncle Liu, it’s lucky you didn’t drive him off—if nothing else, Father and Mother will take it seriously now. And even if he’s not a fraud, we should hear him out before deciding.]
Madam Yun, thoughtful, turned to Yun Wan Chen. “Chen’er, what do you think?”
[Since she’s asking him, I’ll stay quiet. Big Brother, don’t disappoint me.]
Yun Wan Chen: “Since he’s here, let’s invite him in and hear his assessment. Once we know the truth, we can decide.”