Chapter 8: We Have Nothing to Talk About

"Alright, what are you filming?" Du Wan stood up, her small hands on her hips. "What if you break it? Be careful, or I'll go back and tell my brother to deal with you."

That’s right, she had already learned from Mu Si'an that the original owner's brother, Du Qian, was a sister-complex who had a good relationship with Pei Hao.

After waiting for a long while, there was no movement outside the door.

Du Wan nimbly walked over and opened the door.

Outside, the sky was gray and dim; it wasn't dawn yet.

Under the eaves in front of the door stood a refined, slender figure seen from behind.

Du Wan spoke up, "Hey, knocking on my door—what are you doing?"

"We're leaving. If you keep dawdling, you can go back to the capital yourself." Pei Hao’s tone was far from pleasant; he dropped that sentence and walked away.

That attitude of wanting to avoid her at all costs, in Du Wan's eyes, was clearly pure disdain.

Just how terrible must the relationship between this guy and the original owner be for him to hate spending even a single moment with her? Du Wan would absolutely never admit that she was the one who provoked him.

She walked out of the small courtyard gate.

Several carriages were parked outside, along with a guard detail.

Mu Si'an and Hu San were both there, directing the servants.

A young woman stepped forward respectfully. "Miss, my name is Chuntao. Young Master Mu sent me to serve you."

"Oh, okay."

Du Wan didn't decline.

Following Chuntao's lead, she arrived at a carriage.

Du Wan climbed in without a word.

The carriage was furnished simply, not as luxurious as she had imagined. There were only furs laid out on the seats, which were fluffy and felt extremely soft to the touch.

Du Wan sat down, and Chuntao followed.

However, Chuntao didn't enter the cabin, choosing instead to sit on the carriage shaft outside.

The caravan set off.

Experiencing a carriage ride for the first time, Du Wan was a little excited at first, but gradually she wilted.

The road was uneven, and the bumping made her want to vomit!

After traveling for a while, Du Wan lifted the carriage curtain. "I want to ride a horse."

"Miss, I'll go talk to Young Master Mu." Chuntao jumped off the carriage and ran ahead to report.

Before long, Chuntao returned, bringing Mu Si'an with her.

Mu Si'an smiled. "Miss Du, the Shizi said the road isn't safe, so please bear with it. It’s better to stay in the carriage."

"How is riding a horse not safe?" Du Wan rolled her eyes.

Couldn't he come up with a better excuse?

Mu Si'an said with a smile, "Those were the Shizi's exact words. I didn't change a single syllable."

Yeah, right!

Would someone like Pei Hao actually say she should "bear with it"?

Most likely, he would say—she can do whatever she wants, her life or death has nothing to do with him!

Du Wan poked her little head out of the window and saw a carriage in front, which must have been Pei Hao's.

She suddenly thought of his injury... Hehe, she thought she had guessed the truth.

Du Wan whispered, "Your Shizi's injury hasn't healed yet, has it?"

Mu Si'an's eyes flickered. "The Shizi's is just a minor injury; it will be fine after a few days of rest."

"No need to cover it up, I've already guessed it."

Du Wan looked knowing, casting a sidelong glance at him. "Your Shizi must be so obsessed with his image that he's afraid a grown man sitting in a carriage would be called effeminate. So he used me as an excuse to take the carriage, and then he could naturally follow suit and sit in one too, right?"

"..."

Mu Si'an held back his laughter, his mouth twitching.

Forget it, as long as the young lady didn't make a fuss on the road, that was enough... If the Shizi had to sacrifice his reputation a little, what did it matter?

However, anything concerning the Shizi had to be reported back to him.

And so, harboring some unknown mischievous intent, Mu Si'an bid farewell to Du Wan and walked with a spring in his step toward Pei Hao's carriage...

Unaware that she was about to offend Pei Hao again, Du Wan was dangling her feet, sitting in the carriage with nothing to do. "Chuntao, are there any books?"

Chuntao replied, "There are no books. If you really want some, Miss, I can go ask Young Master Mu."

Du Wan asked casually, "Mu Si'an has books?"

"No, it's just that Young Master Mu is the only one who can talk to the Shizi. In the entire caravan, probably only the Shizi would have books."

"...What? Are books that rare?"

"Books are very precious; usually, only nobles have them."

"..." What is wrong with this world?

Du Wan had only been transmigrated for a month and hadn't inherited the original owner's memories. It would take some time to fully integrate into this world. "Chuntao, are you literate?"

"My family was poor since I was young; how would I have had the chance to learn to read?"

"Oh."

"Does Miss still want books?" Chuntao asked with concern.

"No need, I was just asking." Du Wan had wanted books to learn the local script from Chuntao. Upon learning that Chuntao was also illiterate, she gave up the idea.

Du Wan could only ponder the matter of practicing martial arts.

...

By evening, the caravan passed through a village.

An attendant went up to negotiate with the village head to stay the night.

They learned that another group was also staying in the village.

A village was only so big, and lodging was limited.

The attendant returned to the caravan to consult Mu Si'an.

Mu Si'an was considered the second-in-command; the attendants usually came to him for trivial matters. Only when he couldn't resolve them would they consult Pei Hao.

Mu Si'an asked, "Do you know who it is?"

"Subordinate saw the Xie family's guards," the man replied truthfully.

Mu Si'an waved his hand, signaling him to step aside.

Then, Mu Si'an approached Pei Hao's carriage and stood outside. "The Xie family's caravan arrived before us and is staying here. The village head says there are no spare rooms."

"Then we shall rest here and depart early tomorrow morning."

Pei Hao's cold, clear voice came from the carriage.

Upon hearing this, Mu Si'an immediately gave the orders.

Learning that the caravan was going to rest, Du Wan rubbed her aching waist and stepped out of the carriage.

This carriage was truly not meant for ordinary people.

She looked around and saw people unloading things from the carriages behind, likely preparing dinner.

"Chuntao, I think I drank too much tea; I need to relieve myself." Du Wan said in a sneaky, hushed voice.

Chuntao acknowledged, called over a village child, and asked a couple of questions.

After learning the location of the latrine, she took Du Wan to the nearest one. As they walked to the stone well in the middle of the village, they ran into Qin Yuyu—a classic case of enemies crossing paths.

Seeing Du Wan, Qin Yuyu stopped.

Du Wan sneered inwardly.

She ignored her and walked past.

"Please wait!"

Sure enough, Qin Yuyu's voice came from behind.

Du Wan stopped and turned around. "What?"

Qin Yuyu glanced at the others. "Can I speak with you alone?"

"I have nothing to talk to you about." Du Wan refused directly.

Qin Yuyu lowered her eyelids, her voice trembling. "About what happened that time, it was our fault. Can you forgive us? We really don't want to be enemies with you."

Acting, are we?

Who doesn't know how to do that!

Du Wan's little face instantly put on an innocent smile, looking like a girl without a scheming bone in her body. "You're overthinking it. I already said that day that our grievances were settled. Do you think they aren't?"

"..." Qin Yuyu was instantly choked for words.

In truth, both of them knew clearly.

Some grudges couldn't be truly erased with just a few words.

Furthermore, based on the descriptions in the novel, Du Wan knew a thing or two about what kind of person Qin Yuyu was.

Because in the book, very few people who had offended her ended up well.