Rebirth: Living in Wilderness with My Superpower
Chapter 550: The Original Host’s Arch-Enemy

Chapter 550: Chapter 550: The Original Host’s Arch-Enemy

But Dian Hong had spoken as such, and even if Li Wenli wanted to follow, he no longer had a reason to.

Bai Junjun calmly asserted, "I can handle it."

"Be careful," Li Wenli, having no choice, could only advise.

Bai Junjun nodded and took the lead in walking out.

Dian Hong discreetly glanced at the two before following them.

It was not surprising that Dian Hong observed them so.

These two had not gotten along before.

They were famously mismatched in the Imperial Capital. Initially, Bai Junjun had caused a tremendous and extremely disgraceful scene to break off the engagement.

If it were not for chaotic times, it was feared that Bai Junjun would have lost her title of the foremost talented woman due to that commotion.

Unexpectedly, after many twists and turns, these two were able to come together again, and watching them, dressed nearly identically, they looked like newlyweds, attracting people’s gaze.

However, Dian Hong naturally wouldn’t voice such inquiries.

She only paid close attention, so she could respond accurately when her master queried her.

The place where Wenren Pingting was staying was Yuwen Luanfei’s Prince’s Mansion, located near the square in the most central area of Ying County.

As Bai Junjun walked towards the Prince’s Mansion, the guards stationed at the Dongsheng Tavern did not leave. Clearly, having grasped their whereabouts, Wenren Pingting would not let them off easily.

It was unknown whether this meeting, as Dian Hong had said, was simply a reunion of old friends, or if there was a Hongmen Banquet planned.

However, regardless of the purpose, Bai Junjun did not mind.

If Wenren Pingting thought to fleece her, it was estimated... to be rather difficult, as she had never been easy to bully.

Bai Junjun leisurely made her way to the Prince’s Mansion.

Prince Hanying was an artistic soul, most skilled at calligraphy, painting, and performing music, hence his residence naturally epitomized luxury.

Bai Junjun walked through this massive Prince’s Mansion, as if entering into a painting.

Finally, she experienced the true meaning of the phrase ’opulence is compelling’.

Every plant, every corridor, every pillar here was meticulously crafted, everywhere the eye fell revealed luxury and opulence.

Bai Junjun looked on with drool practically flowing.

She wished she could pack all these pavilions and terraces into her space.

Dian Hong, unaware of her companion’s greedy thoughts, led her through this intricately carved archway, and just when Bai Junjun could hardly restrain herself, they finally arrived at a Water Pavilion.

Outside the Water Pavilion was a vast Lotus Pond.

Now being Midsummer, it was the prime time for lotuses to blossom. Walking through this courtyard, the fragrance of the flowers wafted through the air, exceptionally refreshing.

Over the pond, the winding corridors with their intricately carved wooden lamps harmoniously complemented the lotuses.

The winding, emotional corridors led to the Water Pavilion at their end.

At that moment, there was a woman playing the zither in the Water Pavilion, her music serene and distant.

Pale pink were the lotuses, warm yellow the lamps, enchanting the sound of the zither, and beautiful the lady in the Water Pavilion.

This scene, beyond its antique charm, further highlighted the harmonious coexistence between man and nature.

Bai Junjun was so captivated at that moment, she wished for a camera to forever capture this beautiful view.

It can be said that Prince Hanying is truly an artist. Without the surrounding scenery to complement, where would such an ambiance come from?

Bai Junjun stood there, unmoving.

Dian Hong several times invited her inside, but Bai Junjun kept dragging her feet, saying, "Such beautiful scenery, let’s appreciate it a bit more."

Her demeanor was like a rich landowner entering the Pear Garden.

"..." Dian Hong.

Finally, after Bai Junjun had seen enough, she continued walking inside, allowing Dian Hong to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

At each of the four corners of the Water Pavilion stood a maid. They remained beside the zither-playing lady, their eyes downcast and breath held, quiet as terra-cotta soldiers.

In the middle of the Water Pavilion, the lady playing the zither had her hair styled in a married woman’s bun, having shed the opulent dress of the day, and without the daytime’s imposing air.