Chapter 10: Baoyi Pavilion 1

Qingmei took Ning'er to an inn to eat. Watching Ning'er, she asked distractedly, "Ning'er, do you know who Nan Qingcheng is?" As soon as Ning'er heard the name Nan Qingcheng, her expression changed instantly. "M... Miss, you don't know the Seventh Prince?" Ning'er’s expression changed for two reasons: first, because Qingmei actually dared to call the Seventh Prince by his name, and second, because she couldn't believe her mistress didn't even know who the Seventh Prince was.

"Who exactly is he?" Although she had felt a tiny spark of interest in Nan Qingcheng, she still didn't know who he really was, only his name.

Ning'er leaned in close to Qingmei. "The Seventh Prince is the seventh son of the Temple Master. His status is even higher than the First Prince's. The Seventh Prince has been an incomparable genius since he was a child. During his spiritual power test at age five, he already possessed ink-colored spiritual power; it was a huge sensation at the time. Plus, the Seventh Prince is extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely handsome. Almost everyone on the Seven Profound Continent knows him." Qingmei let out a soft hum; her own spiritual power was black, after all. But... what was this "Temple"? "What is the Temple?" "The Temple? It’s what governs the Seven Profound Continent. The Temple’s power is incredibly high," Ning'er explained to Qingmei with great enthusiasm. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, hurry up and eat." Qingmei didn't ask any further.

After eating, she told Ning'er to head back first, as she wanted to wander around alone. Qingmei strolled through the streets. There were quite a few people pointing at her along the way. Although Qingmei hadn't been out since her spiritual power test resulted in a zero, a small number of commoners still recognized her. What left a deep impression on them was Qingmei’s peerlessly beautiful face. "Look, look, that trash from the Qing family still has the nerve to come out. If it were me, I would have hidden at home long ago to avoid the shame." "So what if this Fifth Miss of the Qing family is pretty? She’s still nothing but a waste."

The people whispering about Qingmei around her did so quietly; at the very least, she was still the Fifth Miss of the Qing family and couldn't be offended. However, Qingmei, whose hearing was excellent, caught every one of their whispers. She didn't bother with them, though; no matter what, the mouths belonged to others, and they could say whatever they wanted. Suddenly, Qingmei saw a dense crowd ahead, all seemingly surging toward a place called Baoyi Pavilion. Qingmei casually grabbed an old man. "Sir, may I ask what everyone is going there for?" The old man was initially impatient, as he would lose his spot if he arrived late. But seeing that the person was an extremely beautiful young girl, his anger vanished, and he explained, "Little girl, that Baoyi Pavilion is for auctions. I heard there are many things being auctioned today, precious medicinal pills and treasures. Even though we're poor and can't afford to buy or compete for them, we still want to go see what they look like. Can't talk anymore, can't talk anymore, if I'm late, there won't even be a place to stand." After saying this, the old man hurried away. "Baoyi Pavilion... treasures..." The mention of treasures got Qingmei excited, so she decided to go take a look. Qingmei looked toward the main entrance of Baoyi Pavilion and pursed her lips—with so many people, how was she supposed to get in? Suddenly, catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small door to the right of the main entrance. There were people who looked like receptionists guarding both sides of the small door, and there were very few people there. Qingmei headed toward it, but as soon as she reached the entrance, the two men blocked the door with their hands. "Miss, please present your crystal card." A crystal card? There was such a thing? Seeing that Qingmei seemed not to have one, the guard kindly reminded her, "If you do not have a crystal card, you may go to the right-hand side to process one." Qingmei looked to the right and indeed saw a place resembling a modern reception desk. "Does the Miss have any needs?"