Someone was forcing their way in?!
In my rush to stand up, I rammed against the table edge. This pain...was indescribable.
"Hurry up, what are you all spacing out for? Quick, give me a face mask."
Fourth Prince Mole held onto the table as he slowly stood up. "What's the rush? That Seven Steps Bamboo Array is enough to keep him wandering aimlessly for a while." Right as he finished, a noise shattered the silence of the forest, and the shrill notes of a flute tore through the skies.
"This person has a formidable foundation, what's going on? He broke through my formation so quickly." Little Fourth's face was all astonishment as he dug through his sleeves, finally pulling out an ash-colored pill. "The face masks are inside my rooms, but there might not be enough time to grab one. Eat this face-changing pill first."
I did as instructed.
Next, I shot a meaningful glance at the others while I opened my arms with a pout. Someone brought over a set of white robes and dressed me up. Without a mirror, I had to lean over the table and peer into the soup to check my appearance...of course, it couldn't reflect my looks at all.
I clutched my head. No matter how I looked at it, I still had the air of a woman. Little Fourth was holding a hairband as he undid my hair and tied it up again, hands and feet flying as he fiddled with the black strands. Grinning, I reached out to embrace him, receiving a wordless smile in return. My hands continued to rove up and down until he opened his sleeves and in that moment, I touched his cheek then jerked off his own face mask.
"Y...y-you, what are you doing?!" Looks like the delicate and pretty Prince Mole had his fits of temper, too.
"You've already concealed yourself in the jianghu for all these years. Others can't recognize you since you change your face daily, so lend me this mask for a bit. I'll return it to you afterwards." I quickly bent over and pressed it against my face, afraid that he'd steal it from me. He was angry, but had no choice but to smile helplessly.
Actually, everyone in the jianghu knew that the Elder of Mt. Tian had an outstanding disciple with impressive face-changing skills. The disciple also understood mystical techniques related to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. Very few people had seen him, but those who did had different descriptions of his looks. The common point between them all was that he was delicate and pretty, like a young lord. Few had seen his true face, or his pair of very seductive eyes...
His hair brushed against me and made me itch. Without that semi-transparent face mask, the mole by his eye was even more obvious. My chest tightened and I quickly looked away, heart pounding. It took me a while to calm down before I spoke. "You, oh you...you definitely have to hide a face like yours, it's even more attractive than mine."
Just when I was about to tease him more, First held me back, signaling outside with his eyes. Sunlight spilled over the bamboo groves as a man in a simple robe appeared before our room. He looked like a servant as he stood with an air of propriety.
"My Master wishes to invite the Carefree Idler for a meeting."
I pushed everyone aside, arranging my robes before languidly settling into a chair. A finger rested against my temples as I smiled. "As luck would have it, our Master left to wander the lands again."
He looked at me and steadily asked, "May I presume that your excellency is the rumored Seventh Prince?"
I rolled my eyes in thought before leaning over. "What, you need me? Is it possible that you want to invite me over if you can't invite my Master?"
Scattered laughter rang out about us.
They were used to seeing me stir up trouble, so none of them said a word. Two or three had actually left for the table, watching the drama unfold while eating lunch. I remember meeting each of them for the first time and being impressed by their noble bearing. As their years with me grew, their manners had turned far more crass. Yet despite being undisciplined, slack, and lax, each of them had learned how to truly live their lives.
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