I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

Wu Qiyi had just left a few minutes ago when her grandmother arrived at the attic’s entrance with the Young Marshal and a middle-aged Taoist priest.

Seeing Xi Yu sitting outside the attic in a small pavilion reading a book, Grandmother Wu Qiyu couldn’t help frowning and asked, "Xi Yu, where is the young lady?"

Xi Yu gracefully stood up and replied to Grandmother Wu Qiyu, "Reporting to the Old Madam, the young miss has gone out."

"Gone out? Where has she gone?"

"To meet with an esteemed guest," Xi Yu had no intention of hiding the truth; after all, there was no need for it.

"This girl is getting more and more out of line, leaving the house without so much as a word." Grandmother Wu Qiyu glared at Xi Yu and asked coldly, "You should know where she is, shouldn’t you?"

Xi Yu smiled faintly, "I do."

"You know and yet you don’t take me to her quickly!"

Xi Yu kept silent with a smile. She glanced at the Young Marshal and the Taoist priest with the surname Liang behind Grandmother Wu Qiyu and asked softly with a light chuckle, "The young master from the Cen family sure is concerned about our young miss. He just left yesterday and has come again today; isn’t the formal meeting to get acquainted scheduled for this afternoon? You seem to be moving a bit too eagerly, aren’t you?"

The Young Marshal cleared his throat. At this moment, for some reason, he found himself unable to meet Xi Yu’s gaze. At the same time, a thought naturally arose in his heart—this woman seemed to be able to see right through his thoughts!