Go to Qianjin Workshop?

Wei Han was slightly startled.

Miss Luo had already gone to the male companion establishment today, so going to Qianjin Workshop wouldn’t be strange either. However, the meaning behind Miss Luo telling him this—

Wei Han couldn’t quite grasp Luo Sheng’s thoughts for a moment and asked: “Do you want me to accompany you?”

Luo Sheng looked at Wei Han with surprise and smiled: “That won’t be necessary. I’m just letting Your Highness know so your people won’t think something’s wrong when they see me.”

No one would find it strange if Miss Luo visited Qianjin Workshop, but if Prince Kaiyang appeared at Qianjin Workshop—thinking of that scene, Luo Sheng secretly shook her head.

Rejected again.

This thought flickered through Wei Han’s mind, yet he felt surprisingly calm.

After all, he was already used to it.

The cloak he wore today was also green, similar in color to the cloak Luo Sheng wore.

The two walked through the boundless curtain of snow, letting the fine flakes drift down continuously. Their long cloaks swept across the snowy ground, leaving trails of footprints large and small.

Walking behind them, Shi Yan stroked his chin and sighed: “They quite match.”

“Shi Sanhuo, what are you saying?” Hong Dou asked crisply.

As snow fell, the little maid in red had slightly flushed cheeks and bright eyes, carrying the young man without breaking a sweat or losing her breath.

Shi Yan chuckled: “Nothing.”

Hong Dou’s eyes widened: “You clearly said something!”

Shi Yan’s scalp tingled as he said perfunctorily: “I said our master doesn’t look as good in green as he does in crimson.”

Hong Dou stared at the pair of figures ahead for a moment and curled her lip: “Nonsense.”

“Uh, green also looks quite good on him.” Shi Yan’s peripheral vision swept over the young man being carried like a dead pig, and he quickly changed his tune.

Hong Dou shot Shi Yan a sideways glance: “Obviously our miss looks the best.”

Shi Yan: “…” Did this also need to be compared? The little maid had quite a competitive spirit.

“Ahem, Big Sister Hong Dou, you must be tired. Let me carry him for a while.”

Now Hong Dou grew anxious: “We’re just chatting—why are you trying to take my work?”

Shi Yan simply shut his mouth.

They arrived at the tavern.

The green wine banner had been frozen to a pale white color. The wooden door of the tavern was half-closed—it was time to open for business.

Luo Sheng stopped and waited for Hong Dou to come forward, instructing: “Enter through the back door.”

Wei Han silently followed.

Luo Sheng glanced at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: “Your Highness doesn’t need to use the back door. The tavern is already open for business—just go directly to the main hall for a drink.”

Wei Han said impassively: “I haven’t seen Da Bai in a long time. I’d like to see it.”

Luo Sheng hesitated a moment, then nodded: “Then Your Highness can come along.”

Xu Xi felt puzzled.

Just who was this Da Bai that even Prince Kaiyang knew?

Entering the courtyard through the back door, the persimmon tree in the corner had become branches of jade and crystal, silently welcoming them with exquisite beauty.

Unfortunately, no one appreciated it. The group quickly passed through the moon gate to the small side courtyard.

In the small side courtyard, Fuxue was building a snowman.

The snowman wasn’t large, but it was lifelike, with a carrot nose particularly eye-catching.

“It’s done! Da Bai, does it look like you?” Fuxue looked at his creation with satisfaction and clapped his hands.

Xu Xi rolled his eyes in confusion.

He didn’t see anyone else around.

The large white goose beside the young man stretched out its neck and pecked off the snowman’s carrot nose.

“Da Bai, that’s the snowman’s nose—you can’t eat it.”

Xu Xi’s expression froze as he stared fixedly at the large white goose.

That was Da Bai?

Hong Dou threw Xu Xi to the ground and clapped her hands: “Finally here.”

Hearing the commotion, Fuxue came over to greet them. Looking at Luo Sheng with joy in his eyes: “Miss—”

The young man’s joy was quickly frozen by a certain gaze. He looked at the man casting that gaze with confusion: “Your, Your Highness.”

Wei Han nodded reservedly without making a sound.

Luo Sheng spoke calmly: “Fuxue, from now on he’ll care for Da Bai together with you.”

Fuxue looked at the young man thrown on the ground and asked happily: “Is this Miss’s new male companion?”

The snow suddenly seemed heavier, and the wind stronger too.

Xu Xi leaped up and pointed at Fuxue, asking: “He’s a male companion?”

“Yes.” Fuxue answered with a smile.

Xu Xi’s face turned iron-blue with rage. He shouted at Luo Sheng: “So caring for Da Bai is a euphemism—in reality, I’m to be your male companion?”

Before Luo Sheng could answer, Hong Dou spat: “What beautiful dreams are you having? As if you could be our miss’s male companion! Why don’t you open your eyes wide and look—are you even one-third as good-looking as Fuxue?”

Shi Yan silently looked at Fuxue, then at Xu Xi.

Under the reflected snow light, one resembled a luminous pearl or beautiful jade, radiant and shining, while the other was full of fury, brimming with vitality.

The young guard thought silently: He does have at least one-third. Big Sister Hong Dou is exaggerating.

“You don’t want to care for Da Bai?” The young lady’s voice rang out, colder than the falling snow.

“Unless I die!” Xu Xi declared resolutely.

Luo Sheng tugged at the corners of her lips, her tone flat: “Fine then. From now on you’ll be responsible for chopping firewood.”

As expected, she still couldn’t let this lad be too idle.

Xu Xi’s momentum faltered.

Miss Luo compromised this easily?

He unconsciously glanced at Fuxue.

That young man like a luminous pearl or beautiful jade was looking at him with confusion.

Xu Xi suddenly thought of Hong Dou’s words.

“What, you’re unwilling to chop firewood either?” Luo Sheng’s tone grew even colder.

Xu Xi gritted his teeth and nodded: “I’m happy to chop firewood!”

“Then come over.” Luo Sheng turned and walked toward the moon gate.

Xu Xi hesitated a moment before lifting his feet to follow, when suddenly he felt pain in his leg.

He slowly lowered his head to see the large white goose forcefully twisting his cotton trousers.

The young man exploded instantly and kicked out.

He was already unlucky enough—now even a goose was bullying him?

Man and goose fought, and in the end the young man was defeated, chased around the entire courtyard by the large white goose.

Luo Sheng stood by with folded arms watching. It was Fuxue who took pity and called Da Bai back.

Xu Xi stood gasping in the courtyard, his heart full of misery.

He couldn’t even defeat a goose?

The burly man walked over: “Boss, what are your instructions?”

Luo Sheng pointed at Xu Xi: “From now on, he’ll chop all the firewood the tavern needs. Instruct him well and don’t let him slack off.”

The burly man patted his chest: “Boss, rest assured. I guarantee he won’t slack off.”

Under his watch, there was no such thing as being too delicate to work. How many children had to do hard labor at seven or eight years old?

In his view, this lad just needed to be hungry—how dare he glare at the boss.

“Then I’ll leave him to you.”

Luo Sheng returned to the main hall.

“Would Miss Luo like to have a drink together?” Wei Han tentatively invited.

“No, I’ll eat after closing time.”

The wind and snow continued as the main hall gradually filled with customers.

Lin Shu, having heard the news, hurried over and headed straight for the counter.

Wei Han held his wine cup to his lips, his gaze falling in that direction.

“Miss Luo, I heard Xu Xi is here with you?” Lin Shu’s voice couldn’t conceal his urgency.

He’d received news that his cousin had been sold to a male companion establishment and had immediately panicked. Rushing there, he learned from inquiries that his cousin had been bought by Miss Luo, so he rushed to the tavern without stopping.

“Yes, he’s here with me.”

Noticing several gazes turning their way, Lin Shu lowered his voice: “Miss Luo, is there a convenient place to talk?”

Luo Sheng thought for a moment and said: “Then let’s go look at the persimmon tree.”

Wei Han: ?