"What's happening?" Bai Piao Piao frowned as she stood up.
"Miss, come and see, that darned mortal stole your book," Mao Mao shouted loudly.
"What?"
Bai Piao Piao's face turned cold, and a powerful aura emanated from her. Her graceful figure turned into a fleeting shadow, instantly appearing in front of the room.
She pushed open the door.
The two of them walked toward the bed.
Sure enough, at the head of the bed, there was a copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber."
Seeing this, the chill on Bai Piao Piao's pretty face became even more intense. The aura carried a trace of killing intent, as if her most beloved treasure had been defiled.
"No."
However, the next moment, she found that something was wrong. She leaped back to her boudoir. When she returned, she was holding another copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" in her hand.
"Ah, Miss, two copies of 'Dream of the Red Chamber.' What is this?" Mao Mao, looking at the copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" in Bai Piao Piao's hand, widened her small mouth in shock.
"We misunderstood Master." Bai Piao Piao put away the chill on her face, holding the two copies of "Dream of the Red Chamber" in her hand and comparing them. She suddenly discovered that the new and old conditions of the two copies were different.
"It seems that this copy of 'Dream of the Red Chamber' was left by Master." Bai Piao Piao said with some joy, "It turns out that Master also reads this book."
"But, didn't he say last night that he doesn't read books?" Mao Mao asked in confusion.
Bai Piao Piao nodded. This was also her doubt. She whispered, "Maybe there's something Master can't say!"
"Oh."
Mao Mao nodded.
"I didn't expect that Master, as an ordinary person, would have so much in common with me." She gently stroked the two books, also recalling the mortal man who invited them in the moon light for a drink last night. She instructed softly, "Mao Mao, keep Master's copy of 'Dream of the Red Chamber' safe and return it to him when he comes next time."
"Okay." Mao Mao quickly took the copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" and looked at Bai Piao Piao, saying, "Miss, judging from your appearance, are you really interested in that mortal man from last night?"
Bai Piao Piao shook her head with a bitter smile.
"How could it be?"
"Although he is talented, he is ultimately not on par with the great masters who wrote 'Dream of the Red Chamber' and 'Journey to the West.' We just have many common topics. Besides, he is just an ordinary person."
"Oh, okay."
Mao Mao nodded. She couldn't understand her Miss, so she quickly said, "Then I'll send a letter down immediately to find the great master you mentioned..."
...
The mountain road was rugged.
After bumping in the mountains for two days, Yi Feng finally collected the necessary herbs.