Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Bald Ginseng

“Huh~ Who are you?” Meng Xuan let go of Fu Bao, puzzled as he scanned the speaker.

Gu Li: …Dear, you saw me just yesterday!

“I’m Gu Li,” Gu Li replied, his face darkened with exasperation.

“Gu Li, what are you doing here? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t come? And what happened to you? Were you robbed?” Meng Xuan looked at the dirty and disheveled Gu Li in astonishment.

“No, I just accidentally fell into a trap.” Gu Li, embarrassed at being the only one to fall into a trap, scratched his head, making the bag on his head even more crooked.

Gu Pu… Young master, I just tidied him up!

“Uh! So careless. Gu Yun, how could you be responsible for this?” Meng Xuan, hearing that Gu Li had also fallen into a trap, was speechless—this aunt and nephew really loved diving into traps.

Gu Yun: …I’m innocent!

“By the way, your aunt just fell in too! Do you have any water? Give her some!” She kept running around, and dragging her almost wore him out!

Only now did Gu Li recognize the person lying on the ground as his aunt, Gu Xiaoxiao.

Just then, the servant Gu Pu brought water. It seemed there was no need to wash faces now; just let Gu Xiaoxiao drink it. After all, all dignity had been lost.

Gu Pu helped Gu Xiaoxiao drink, while Gu Yun seemed to recall something and asked, “Gu Pu, where did you get this water?”

“Huh~ Just from the river behind. The water’s surprisingly sweet!” Gu Pu replied as he helped Gu Xiaoxiao drink.

“You mean you fetched this water from the river behind the woods?” Gu Yun suddenly felt uneasy, vividly recalling the events of last night.

He glanced over to see his master drinking the water, nodding in agreement with Gu Pu’s words.

Gu Yun: …Should I say something or not? Well, maybe best not to say anything!

And so, our male lead drank water from the river that the little ginseng had peed in—and declared it “truly sweet!”

Fu Bao hadn’t found a bride for her little rabbit and was sent home by Meng Xuan.

Before leaving, Gu Li gave Fu Bao a tiny, adorable little gourd.

Fu Bao, with nothing else to give, gifted Gu Li a small purse—Lin Sanlang had given it to Meng Yun, but Fu Bao thought it was pretty and insisted on having one, so Meng Yun embroidered one for her.

Fu Bao clutched the little gourd as her uncle Meng Xuan took her home.

As for Gu Xiaoxiao, she was fine; with so many people in the Gu family, she was carried back.

Gu Yun watched Fu Bao’s departing figure, a glint flashing in his eyes, then followed Gu Li back to the Meng family estate.

Fu Bao was secretly brought home by her uncle, but—

“Second Brother, can you tell me where you went?” Meng Xuan had just tucked Fu Bao into bed when a voice from behind startled him—the tone was a bit gritted, as if someone was holding back anger.

He turned woodenly and saw his own sister wielding a very thick wooden stick.

Meng Xuan: …Heh, let’s not get excited.

Thus, Fu Bao witnessed yet another family tragedy, firsthand… emmmm.

After dinner that night, little Fu Bao discovered that, at some point, a giant radish had appeared in the little ginseng’s bed.

Huh~ this big radish?

Little ginseng: …I’m a ginseng!

“Give it to Auntie to make dumplings,” Fu Bao muttered, clutching the big ginseng in her hand.

“Wait, don’t get excited,” suddenly the radish in her hand spoke.

Huh~ Who’s talking?

Fu Bao looked left and right; nobody was there.

“Little chubby girl, let go! You’re hurting the young master!” The radish spoke again, and this time Fu Bao realized it was the ginseng’s voice.

Seeing the little ginseng turn back into human form, Fu Bao was curious, “Huh~ ginseng, where’s your hair?” The ginseng’s hair was gone—it looked ugly!

Now, the little ginseng spirit’s previously shiny head was even more glaring without its little tuft of hair.

Recalling the events of last night made his face twist with rage—he wished he could slaughter that big hunter!

He’d run into a formidable opponent—who, having learned some mysterious skills, was terrifyingly strong. After several rounds, he was exhausted and caught—he’d never seen anyone run so fast!

In the moment of crisis, the little spirit performed a golden cicada escape, sacrificing his hair to protect his head and finally getting away—so dangerous! Boo hoo!

That brute better watch out!

Looking at the twisted expression on the little ginseng’s face—

Little Fu Bao: Huh~ Why is ginseng’s face turning green?