My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

The observatory was empty, and Qing Yuan had much to attend to, so he did not linger long to speak with the two, hastily departing to tend to his affairs.

Mu Xi sprang out like a noble guest hound, elusive as a dragon, wedging himself between the two: "You’ve made Young Master search high and low for you."

Qin Liuxi: "Why haven’t you left yet? The Young Master Heir is tender and precious, and now that the weather is starting to get cold, the waterways might freeze, and there’s snow accumulating on the roads. It’s only sensible to return to the capital sooner."

"I’ve spent over a decade in Shengjing, knowing every rat hole there is—boring to the extreme. How could that compare to the fun here?" Mu Xi, chin lifted, said, "However, if you accompany Young Master back to the capital, I’ll set out immediately. How about it?"

The same old spiel; Qin Liuxi couldn’t be bothered to waste words in response, treating it as mere barking.

"Hey, hey, don’t go." Mu Xi tried to reach out to grab him but was blocked by Yu Changkong, who shot him a warning glance.

Mu Xi inexplicably found himself somewhat short of breath, saying, "Move aside, I have something to say."

He darted in front of Qin Liuxi, inquiring, "You practice medical skills?"

"What, you’re ill?" Qin Liuxi eyed him up and down, glancing at his abdomen: "Something not functioning right there?"

Mu Xi leapt up: "Nothing’s wrong with me, everything’s functional!"

With a sly smile, Qin Liuxi remarked, "Oh really? I’d say you seem a bit deficient in kidney yang, somewhat weak."

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