Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

They walked all the way without noticing, and near noon, they arrived at the gate of the manor. He dismounted and opened his arms to Anan. Anan reached out to him, and he picked Anan up and put her down gently. There was a flash of eye contact between them, and it was a flash of lightning.

"Yunyu." A young woman's voice came softly from behind.

"Huaizhu?" He looked in the direction of the voice and a smile immediately broke out on his face. It was a warmth and gentleness that Anan had never seen before, as if a thorn had suddenly pierced his heart.

All the little happiness and sweetness lingering around disappeared in an instant. Anan stood beside Xuanzhu and looked at the girl named Huaizhu carefully.

She was wearing a loose white robe, and she was slender and graceful. Her every frown and smile was elegant and dignified, her eyebrows and eyes were affectionate, and she seemed to be infinitely gentle. She was shy and hesitant at the right moment, which made her endearing.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Anan frowned, and when he looked at him again, he was looking back at him with a flickering look in his eyes.

Huaizhu followed his gaze, and finally her eyes stopped on Anan. She came over and bowed without saying a word, with a very graceful manner.

Anan had never seen her before. The other party treated him politely, so he returned the courtesy. He just felt a little awkward, but couldn't tell the reason. He just moved behind Xuanzhu silently, just enough to avoid seeing the woman in white in front of him.

The woman in white was smiling and talking happily with him, very gracefully. Anan leaned on Xuanzhu and secretly looked at the two of them, his heart already filled with jealousy.

Just as he was about to move closer to listen to what the two people were saying, Xuanzhu couldn't stand it anymore. It walked away snorting, its eyes seemed full of mockery. Anan leaned on it and lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He looked back, sighed softly, walked over and pulled her up from the ground, and gently patted the dust off her clothes. She was feeling annoyed and pushed his hand away.

The woman in white came over leisurely and asked with a smile, "Are you hurt?"

There was no falsehood or affectation in her concern, and it was even slightly teasing, as if Anan was her friend. Such an open and frank attitude made Anan instantly feel ashamed and he shook his head in embarrassment.

"Let's go to Jinyun to take a closer look. Xuanzhu is not easy to treat, so don't hurt Benli." The woman in white smiled and reached out to help her.

This familiar look...

"I'll go by myself, you guys chat." Anan dodged her hand and looked at him deeply.

"This is Huaizhu, my junior sister from the same sect." He looked at her with a smile, with no intention of hiding anything.

Yunyu······

Pearl······

I see······

Anan understood something instantly and just sighed deeply. The beautiful dream she had been in for the past few days suddenly woke up. She smiled dryly and didn't know what to say to dilute the shock and regret in her heart at the moment.

Huaizhu didn't seem to care about her too much. She just looked at him and said some concerned words.

At this time, an old man in blue came slowly into the village. He had white hair and a youthful face, and walked steadily. He held a blue-gray feather fan in his hand, and waved it leisurely. As he arrived, the aura of an immortal came towards him.

Behind the old man followed a handsome child and a maid in white, all of whom had calm expressions. When the three of them arrived next to Huaizhu, their postures were so noble that they seemed untainted by dust.