Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After banishing a certain crown prince, Qiao Mu returned home, and like before, she climbed through the window and slipped back into bed.
She silently laid beside her mother. Although before Qiao Mu closed her eyes, she attempted to circulate the mystic energy inside of her and merge it into mystic conscious to push open the door of her inner world.
The pile of shining jewels and gold nearly blinded her eyes.
Our dear Qiao Mu sighed continuously and endeavored to urge her mystic conscious to transport a little gold piece out.
However…
A sting of pain shot through her head again, and the door of the inner world closed loudly without hesitation. Before the door closed, she could see the apparition of her mystic conscious laying steadily on piles of jewels, completely unmoving, as if it was paralyzed on the gold and silver mountain.
The corner of Qiao Mu’s mouth imperceptibly twitched.
She remembered that her apparition was not like this in her previous life! After nearly 10 years, she condensed an apparition of her mystic conscious after great trials, and the little guy was in a state of cultivation all day and all night without rest inside her inner world. When did he ever sprawl out so lazily with his back atop the treasure mountain, avoiding working?
The child sighed in resignation. It appeared that counting on being able to transport some gold bricks out to use would not be possible for the foreseeable future.
With a face of melancholy, the child fell asleep in a daze.
She did not wake up until nearly noon the next day. She turned over and sat up, staring at the bright sun outside, and became lost in her thoughts.
“Hm? Why did I sleep for so long?” Qiao Mu knocked on her head and looked up when Wei Ziqin hastily walked into the room.
“Qiaoqiao, hurry and get up. Master Jiang has returned, and lessons are resuming at the school tomorrow. Did you finish your previous homework? If you haven’t, hurry and do it.”
School? Qiao Mu was bewildered. She felt like she had not attended classes for two lives. What was homework? How would she know?
In truth, she did not have much recollection for how Master Jiang looked like. It was not until Mother mentioned it that she faintly remembered she attended the only school in the village—Tiny Herb School—for a period of time.
When Wei Ziqin turned around and saw her daughter’s dumbfounded appearance, she could not help but chuckle. As she made the bed, she said, “Alright, hurry and finish your homework. Master Jiang’s mother was sick earlier, so he paused classes for nearly 10 days. If you were unable to finish the homework that your teacher assigned in a whole 10 days…”
She was done for! What in the world was homework? She truly didn’t remember it! Also, did that so-and-so Master Jiang assign homework 10 days ago? No? Right??
She was originally planning to prepare all the necessary tools today and then find a time tomorrow to slip to Hulan Mountain and attempt to find that secret paradise!
This Master Jiang who appeared out of nowhere—he completely turned her plans upside down in a flash!
Qiao Mu’s face crumbled in misery. After eating the meal, she hurried back to her room and turned her room inside out to find her so-called “homework.”
After searching for nearly an hour without success, a certain child flopped onto the bed in a heap.
“No more! I’m done! The worst that could happen would be being nagged by that so-and-so teacher tomorrow!”
If she could see her own current lazy appearance right now, she would definitely be very shocked. It was exactly the same as her apparition’s which she saw in her inner world earlier.
After our dear Qiao Mu sighed in despair for some time, she thought, “How about I nap for an hour before getting up and continuing to look?”
She had no idea that this ‘nap’ of hers would last straight until the evening. Not only that, but she slept very restlessly. There was seemingly a resplendently gold object that kept whirling in front of her eyes in her dream.