As the wind stirred, he said, "Come out and see you." He glanced left and right, ensuring no one was following.
Mu Anxiao calmly observed Feng Qishi's vigilant demeanor and smiled. "If you're worried about being followed, yet you came out to find me, you're quite neurotic." As she spoke, she also glanced behind her.
"Ouyang Ye has assigned you a mission," Feng Qishi said flatly.
Mu Anxiao nodded.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Feng Qishi asked, his gaze dropping to the hand she was holding to her waist.
"Nonsense, try taking twenty planks yourself," Mu Anxiao replied. Fearing Feng Qishi might misunderstand her meaning, she clarified, "If I had known, I would have only taken ten planks. What a regret."
"Do you want me to treat your wounds?" Feng Qishi asked, his eyes fixed on Mu Anxiao's hand still resting on her waist.
Mu Anxiao shook her head. "No need. There are people here, and if anyone sees, it will be troublesome." She gestured towards the passersby and then looked at Feng Qishi. "You should go back quickly. My body is different from ordinary people." With that, she patted Feng Qishi's shoulder and walked around him.
Feng Qishi paused for a moment, then turned to look at Mu Anxiao and asked, "Do you want me to follow you?"
Mu Anxiao raised her hand and continued to hobble forward.
Feng Qishi watched Mu Anxiao's retreating back, muttering, "She's really dedicated." He sighed.
In a moment.
Mu Anxiao found the 'Noble' Inn at the address Ouyang Ye had provided. She stopped at the entrance, looked up at the plaque bearing the four characters 'Mountain Treasures and Sea Delicacies,' and walked inside.
Seeing Mu Anxiao enter, a waiter eagerly scurried up to her, a smile on his face. "Guest, what would you like to eat?" As he spoke, his gaze fell upon her soiled clothing, and his expression turned stern.
Mu Anxiao looked calmly at the waiter's rapidly changing expression and said directly, "What, so snobbish?"
"Which fallen young master are you from?" the waiter asked.
Seeing the waiter's attitude, Mu Anxiao couldn't help but chuckle. "You truly are looking down on me with dog eyes. When I first came in, you greeted me with a smile. Now, seeing me like this, you think I can't afford to eat at your establishment?" she said, tilting her chin up.
"Can you afford it?" the waiter asked.
Mu Anxiao sneered. "If I couldn't afford it, why would I come in, to humiliate myself?" she said. Suddenly remembering Feng Qishi's casual instruction, she asked, "By the way, is this the best inn in Jincheng?"
"Of course, it's the best," the waiter replied, scanning Mu Anxiao from head to toe. "Speaking of which, do you actually have money or not? If you don't, leave now. If our manager sees you later and has to ask you to leave, it won't be a good look."
"You brat..."
"All our guests are exceedingly wealthy young masters and lords. Someone like you is quite rare. Now, I advise you not to embarrass yourself," the waiter interrupted, waving his hand. "Let's go."
"What if I don't go?" Mu Anxiao deliberately asked.
The waiter lowered his eyes and smiled. He pulled the white cloth from his shoulder and flicked it towards Mu Anxiao. "Then don't blame me for having to do the unpleasant business of kicking you out," he said.
"You are truly so snobbish," Mu Anxiao said, reaching into her sleeve to feel around, her brow furrowing.
The waiter calmly watched Mu Anxiao's actions and smiled. "There are plenty of people like you. Pretend. Just keep pretending. Let's see if you can produce any silver," he said, slinging the cloth back over his shoulder and crossing his arms.
Mu Anxiao usually kept her money pouch in her sleeve, but upon feeling around now, she found nothing. She lowered her hand and, choosing to ignore the waiter for a moment, thought for a bit before handing him the mission paper Ouyang Ye had given her. "Take a look at this."
"I'm not looking," the waiter said coldly.
Seeing the waiter's reaction, Mu Anxiao feigned panic. "To be honest, someone sent me here. Please, just start cooking, and I'll go find my lost money pouch, alright?" Her tone was gentle.
However, the waiter paid no attention to Mu Anxiao. "You say your money pouch is lost," he said, scoffing. "Let me tell you the truth, there are countless people who try to trick us every day. Of course, I also often see penniless young masters like you running here to make their presence known. Now that you've made your presence known, you can leave." He glared at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao's expression turned serious as she looked at the waiter. "What must I do for you to believe me?" She didn't want to fail the mission due to losing her money pouch. Furthermore, she knew Ouyang Ye was quite skilled at using people, and if she failed this time, he likely wouldn't entrust her with another mission.
Thinking of this, she became anxious.
"Let me put it this way," the waiter said, smiling. "No matter what you say, I won't believe you."
"Is it because of my dirty clothes?" Mu Anxiao guessed the waiter's thoughts.
The waiter nodded. "Yes, it's because of your dirty clothes. Now, I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise, I really won't be polite." He leaned slightly to the side.
Mu Anxiao lowered the hand holding the mission paper. "Looking down on me just because of my clothes, waiter, you truly are a typical dog-eyed snob. Since that's the case," she let out a soft哼, "don't regret it."
"You..."
"You know Shen Moyun, don't you?" Mu Anxiao interrupted coldly. She really didn't want to waste any more time and felt compelled to bring Feng Qishi into the conversation.
The waiter narrowed his eyes.
Mu Anxiao continued, "To be frank, Shen Moyun is my..."
"Shen Moyun? Who is he to you?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao swallowed her words and turned to look at the man who had stopped beside her, her brow furrowed. "Who are you?" she asked, looking up at him.
The man looked down at Mu Anxiao, a smile playing on his lips. "Shen Moyun is my brother. My name is Song Xu," he said, reaching out and patting Mu Anxiao's head.
Immediately, the waiter looked at Song Xu with a smirking expression. "Young master, you've arrived."
Hearing this, Song Xu removed his hand, deliberately wiping it on Mu Anxiao's shoulder, and looked at the waiter. "In a day, how many people impersonate my brother's friend?" he asked, fixing his gaze on the waiter.
Listening to Song Xu's words, the waiter cautiously glanced at Mu Anxiao and said, "The first one." He held up his index finger.
"Then tell him, how many people impersonate my brother in a day?" Song Xu said deliberately.
The waiter cleared his throat. "There were two just this morning," he said, glaring at Mu Anxiao.
At this moment, Mu Anxiao felt utterly speechless by these two men.