Leng Qingjue had always lived by a simple rule: if others didn’t provoke her, she wouldn’t provoke them—but if they crossed her even a little, she would repay them tenfold. So when it came to Xia Fengguang, she had no intention of deliberately harming her, nor did she feel compelled to save her. It would all depend on that arrogant, spoiled girl’s fate.
After all, in the few days since she had transmigrated, she and her mother had lived such a difficult life. If anything, it was the main household that owed them, not the other way around.
She seemed to forget that she herself was a concubine-born daughter, and her mother was merely a concubine.
Could she really expect to live the same life of equality and luxury as Fengguang, wrapped in fine clothes and abundant food?
The crowd was still trying to persuade the guest in Room One to give up the bid. Leng Qingjue sneered inwardly—no matter the world, there were always so many self-righteous do-gooders.
Room One remained silent for a long time. The auctioneer began to feel uneasy and quickly called out, “Everyone, please quiet down! Our auction house has its rules—please maintain order!”
Gradually, the murmuring crowd settled.
Then, after a brief pause, the voice from Room One spoke again, calm and indifferent:
“I bid two million taels of gold.”
After all that pleading, he hadn’t wavered in the slightest.
Xia Chao’s expression darkened. “Sir, are you determined to win the Longevity Willow?”
“Of course.”
Just two simple words—but in that gentle tone, there was unmistakable coldness.
Leng Qingjue found herself growing even more curious about the person in Room One. At that moment, the white fox in her arms suddenly jumped down, let out a few cries, and ran off.
“Xiaobai, where are you going?”
She glanced at Xuanyuan Fei, who was still watching Xia Chao thoughtfully, then said nothing and followed after the fox. Before she realized it, she had entered a room.
Inside, she saw a man.
He wore a pale, moon-white robe. His features were like a painting—strikingly handsome, almost godlike. He appeared approachable at first glance, yet his obsidian-like eyes held nothing but indifference and lifeless stillness. Combined with the effortless elegance he exuded, he was breathtaking—
—and utterly unapproachable.
The kind of man who could easily stir a woman’s desire to conquer him.
After a moment, Leng Qingjue snapped out of it. She noticed the white fox lying at the man’s feet and smiled apologetically.
“Sorry, my fox ran in here.”
She walked over and picked it up.
By then, the man had already poured himself a cup of tea. He didn’t spare her a single glance, as if she didn’t exist at all.
It was the first time Leng Qingjue had encountered someone with such an extraordinary presence—gentle yet cold, without contradiction. Her interest was immediately piqued. With her exceptional skills in both medicine and poison, she quickly noticed something.
“You seem to be carrying quite a lot of poison in your body, sir.”
The man still didn’t look at her. He replied casually, “Do you know that excessive cleverness can shorten one’s life? In truth, it’s just another kind of foolishness.”
Leng Qingjue’s expression changed. Not only had she been called foolish, but she had also been warned.
The man was clearly not in a good mood. All he wanted was to secure the Longevity Willow as quickly as possible, yet that father outside, desperate to save his daughter, seemed intent on continuing to press the matter. On top of that, a woman’s voice now sounded from outside his door.
“Sir… my daughter doesn’t have long to live. I beg you, please show mercy and let us have the Longevity Willow so we can save her.”
The man’s response was cold.
“Your daughter—what does she have to do with me?”
For some reason, Leng Qingjue found his indifference rather admirable.
Then, from outside, came the sound of a young girl coughing.
The woman cried out anxiously, “Fengguang… don’t fall asleep. Mother will find a way to save you soon…”
The man’s hand, lifting his teacup, paused midair.
Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 34.1