NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 21 - White Silk
Of course, Lin Qingyue wouldn’t come to him—he just wanted a glimpse from afar.
According to Little Qing, Lin Qingyue had been visiting the Su family often lately, likely discussing wedding customs. Every place had its quirks.
They weren’t allowed to meet a few days before the wedding, or he wouldn’t have to sneak out like this.
It’d only be a fleeting look, not a deep dive into who she was, but he had nothing better to do—might as well ease his nerves!
Still, sneaking here made him feel oddly guilty, like he was betraying his childhood sweetheart.
Su Yu shoved that feeling down and asked, “You’re sure she’ll pass by here?”
Little Qing nodded. “Ah, um…”
She seemed distracted—how dare she brush him off like that?
Su Yu gave her a puzzled glance. The little maid’s face was flushed, fidgeting, her mouth opening as if to speak.
Finally, she blurted, “Young Master, let’s just go back. Sneaking out like this—if the family head finds out, you’ll be in trouble!”
“No way.” Su Yu grinned carelessly. He knew exactly how pampered he was in this body.
Sneaking out and bending etiquette? Even if he bolted right in front of his mother, she’d hardly have the heart to punish him.
“B-But…”
Little Qing felt helpless. He might not fear punishment, but she did! The family head wouldn’t dare scold the Young Master, but her…
“Okay, okay!”
Su Yu chuckled. “Don’t worry. As they say, a criminal not caught is innocent. If Mother doesn’t find out, we’re in the clear, right?”
“N-No, no way we won’t get caught! We walked right out the front gate—” Before Little Qing could finish, something soft pressed against her lips.
“It’s rare I get out—cut me some slack.” Su Yu didn’t let her ramble, silencing her with a finger.
Little Qing dipped her head, blushing. That soft fingertip—she liked it so much~♥
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Chatter, vendors’ calls, street noise… In the lively tavern, Su Yu occasionally spotted martial artists with swords, giving him a fleeting sense of stepping into a wuxia tale.
He’d seen it in shows—two heroes downing bowls of wine, drawing blades at the slightest disagreement.
A few argued loudly here, but none dared to fight.
After waiting half an hour, Su Yu was bored stiff. Little Qing’s belly had ballooned, yet nothing happened.
Ahem!
No misunderstanding—her “ballooned belly” was just from eating too much.
With nothing to do, he couldn’t eat himself, so he watched someone else do it.
Sweet-and-sour pork, salt-fried meat, soft shrimp cakes, lotus-steamed pork, three-thread shark fin…
Su Yu ordered nearly everything on the menu. The table overflowed with savory aromas. Little Qing’s cheeks puffed like a hamster’s, glistening with grease as she munched.
Watching the little maid eat was its own delight—just tough on her.
“Wahhh… I can’t… can’t eat more…”
Little Qing’s face scrunched up. She loved Su Yu feeding her, but this method—was he treating her like a piglet?!
“Heh, I’ll let you off this time.”
Su Yu smiled lightly, his gaze wandering. Bold female warriors, coy young men—eye-searing, no matter how often he saw it.
Nearby, a woman in a short skirt, legs bared, flaunted a killer figure, shamelessly cuddling a man in public.
With women so tall here, they weren’t shy—showing off legs was no big deal.
A female voice cut through. “The city’s so lively lately—know why?”
Su Yu turned. A group of women were chatting.
“You need to ask? The Su family’s Young Master is getting married. The whole city’s buzzing. What, you live in the sticks or something?” another mocked.
“The Su family—the famous one?” The first woman perked up. “Then it’s the famed Qiluo’s top beauty, Young Master Su, marrying out? No way!”
“What’s it to you? He wouldn’t end up with you anyway. Word is, he’s marrying a lofty cultivator—pretty much a perfect match.”
A third woman gasped, hand over mouth. “A cultivator? His looks charmed even a cultivator? They say he’s got a face to topple nations—one smile could melt a thousand women. Is it all true?”
“You think it’s fake?”
Another sighed enviously. “I’d kill to see him myself. One look, and I’d die happy. What does he even look like to drive Qiluo’s women mad, skipping tea and meals?”
“No kidding!” The group nodded.
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Su Yu eavesdropped on the gossip, his expression turning weird.
Skipping tea and meals? Was his charm that strong?
If they knew their beloved Young Master Su was sitting right beside them, what would they think?
He briefly pictured it—purely hypothetical, of course. He wasn’t about to stir up trouble.
Just then, a commotion rose from the street. Su Yu peered out the window. A few stunning beauties strolled by, chatting and laughing.
Not just handsome men drew eyes—women this gorgeous turned heads too, even in this world, earning men’s admiration.
Though, compared to women’s fervor, the boys were reserved—stealing glances, then blushing for ages.
And no matter how pretty a woman was, she wouldn’t get knocked out and kidnapped like a boy—or need to hide her face like him.
Su Yu watched the beauties pass, suddenly feeling he’d miscalculated.
Too many stunners!
Each young woman radiated ethereal grace—top-tier looks, aura, and figures, all veiled.
Any of them could be his future Lady Wife.
Was this the allure of the immortal path?
Still, his eyes settled on one.
Not because he recognized Lin Qingyue—but because she was the only one in white silk.