Chapter 1071 - The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (69)
Chapter 1071 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (69)
Qi Chimu smiled confidently. He picked up his dizi1 and prepared to head out.
But then he felt that it would look too purposeful for him to rush over to someone else’s window and play his dizi.
He saw Bai Weiwei boredly scribbling on paper with a brush and couldn’t help but walk over and grab her wrist.
“Let’s go, listen to me play the dizi.”
Bai Weiwei had on a face of disdain. “Listen to what dizi, you poor and pedantic scholar.”
Qi Chimu’s face turned cold. “Are you listening or not?”
Bai Weiwei trembled. She immediately stood up, afraid he wanted to torment her.
After threatening and coaxing the audience into coming, Qi Chimu finally confirmed that his conditions for a foolproof and perfect encounter was finally complete.
Bai Weiwei was dragged over to the old plum tree and sat on a low-hanging branch. Her feet were still able to touch the ground.
Qi Chimu leaned against the plum tree with an appearance of a gentleman as fair as jade, prominently magnificent.
He suddenly asked, “Why did you climb the tree that time?”
Bai Weiwei said a bit awkwardly, “Didn’t that Great Imperial Temple monk say that if I wanted more plum cakes, I needed to pick flowers myself? Doesn’t this tree have the most flowers?”
Qi Chimu was both angered and amused by her reasoning.
Only focusing on eating, even forgetting to look after her own life.
He couldn’t help rapping his dizi lightly on Bai Weiwei’s head. “Really stupid. What’s the use of picking flowers? Just use money.”
Bai Weiwei hurriedly covered her head. She glared at him, her eyes tinged with red.
Qi Chimu was dazzled for a moment before he turned his head, lifted his dizi, and gently blew into it.
The melody played by the dizi was one of the third prince’s favorites.
It was also the work of the third prince’s deceased birth mother.
The tune was very good, with the kind of sentimental and gentle feeling of a maiden falling in love.
It was also widely circulated, so playing this tune would not make people suspicious.
This song was perhaps too tender and affectionate, as it was used to confess one’s love for a particular woman.
A woman…
Qi Chimu couldn’t help but take another side glance and saw Bai Weiwei propping her head with her hands, watching him with a somewhat gentle gaze.
As though greatly enjoying it.
This expression…
His heart stirred, but he didn’t dare to look any further and continued to play with his eyes cast down.
But his mind was somewhat occupied, and he did not pay attention to his surroundings.
Until a figure slowly appeared next to the plum tree.
A tall and slender figure, dressed in low-key, light-colored robes, stepped lightly upon the flowers, his unhurried movements carrying a noble aura.
Bai Weiwei seemed to be shocked, and she looked up.
She saw a man with a gentle expression of nostalgia on his face, listening intently to the sounds of the flute.
System: “The third prince and the male lead’s golden finger2, Luo Baiji. The future emperor of this plane.”
Really, the system didn’t need to say it. She looked up and saw the bright, golden guan on Luo Baiji’s head.
Was this the legendary imperial guan?
This glittering gold, too flashy3.
Qi Chimu was originally focused on Luo Baiji’s quarters, but out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Bai Weiwei staring dazedly at Luo Baiji.
That focused stare.
That gentle gaze.
When had she ever looked at him with such earnestness?
When she was begging for mercy as she was tossed around in bed, she never looked at him that way.
Could it be that she had fallen for Luo Baiji?
A burst of acid swept through Qi Chimu’s heart. His breaths grew heavier, but the sounds of the flute grew more mellow.
Bai Weiwei turned away after looking at the imperial guan.
Then she looked at Qi Chimu and found that the other party was staring at her with an unusually gloomy gaze.
Like the dark gaze of a viper, practically about to eat people up.
Bai Weiwei: “…”
The capture target would put on a dark face at a single disagreement.
After playing a song on the dizi, Qi Chimu no longer had thoughts of continuing to play. He pressed down the feelings of dissatisfaction bubbling in his heart.
1: 笛子: a Chinese transverse flute, often made from bamboo or other woods.↩
古代俗语：“断肠笛子送命箫”，啥意思？许多人不知其深层含义
2: If you have some experience in reading Chinese webnovels, you’ll probably know this term. Slang for a superpower, advantage, ability, etc. that benefits the protagonist/owner of the golden finger (e.g., a powerful bloodline, a one-in-a-million talent for cultivation, a super OP family backing, etc.)↩
3: 壕: short for 土豪, which refers to rich people who often flaunt their wealth in rather flashy ways.↩