Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Wu Feng reined in the black horse, which slowed its pace and entered the streets and alleys of Dali City.

Afternoon sunlight slanted through the eaves, cutting a clear line between light and shadow on the bluestone slabs.

The sound of horses' hooves clattering on the ground startled several sparrows that were foraging for food, causing them to flutter up to the eaves.

At the entrance of the inn, the waiter was dozing off against the door frame.

Hearing the sound of hooves, he opened his eyes, recognized the rider, and quickly trotted over, a smile plastered on his face: "Welcome back, sir! This horse..."

"Tie it up and feed it the best fodder." Wu Feng dismounted and took out a piece of silver from his sleeve, tossing it over.

The waiter reached out and took it, his smile widening as he nodded repeatedly, "Alright, alright! Don't worry, sir, I guarantee you'll be served perfectly!"

Wu Feng turned to look at Mu Wanqing on horseback.

She was holding the reins, her movements somewhat stiff, and the eyes peeking out from behind her veil were scanning the inn's facade with a hint of unease.

"Come down." Wu Feng extended his hand.

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment, looking at that hand, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She bit her lower lip, didn't take it, and jumped down by herself, supporting herself on the saddle. She stumbled a step when she landed, but quickly regained her balance.

Wu Feng withdrew his hand, said nothing, and turned to walk into the inn.

Mu Wanqing followed behind, her steps light, her eyes involuntarily scanning her surroundings.

The people coming and going on the street, the vendors' shouts, the aroma of food in the air—everything was both fresh and unfamiliar.

She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly and quickened her pace to catch up with Wu Feng.

Several tables of guests sat in the lobby of the inn, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

Wu Feng walked straight to the counter, where the shopkeeper was working on an abacus. Seeing him, the shopkeeper quickly put down the beads and greeted him with a smile, "Sir, you're back! Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Book another superior room, next to mine," Wu Feng said, taking a silver ingot from his pocket and placing it on the counter.

The shopkeeper glanced at the silver, smiled, and nodded, "Alright, no problem! There's just one more room upstairs, right next to yours. I'll have someone prepare it right away!"

"Prepare another meal, something light, and bring it upstairs," Wu Feng added.

"Alright! Arrange it right away!" the shopkeeper replied, turning around and shouting towards the kitchen.

Wu Feng turned around and slightly tilted his head towards Mu Wanqing: "Let's go."

The two went upstairs one after the other. The wooden stairs creaked under their feet. Mu Wanqing kept her head down, her gaze fixed on Wu Feng's heels, following closely behind.

The second-floor corridor was somewhat dimly lit, with only a beam of light shining through the window at the far end.

Wu Feng walked to his room door, pushed open the door of the room next door, and stepped aside to make way for him: "You'll stay in this room from now on."

Mu Wanqing walked in, her gaze sweeping across the room.

The room was small, but clean and tidy. There was a wooden bed with a blue cloth quilt; a square table and two chairs were placed by the window.

A washstand stood in the corner, draped with a white cloth. The window was half-open, revealing the rooftops of the back street and the silhouette of the distant Cangshan Mountain.

"Take a rest first, the food will be brought over later." After saying that, Wu Feng turned around and pushed open the door to his room next door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, footsteps came from inside.

Azi, dressed in a light pink dress, walked out from the inner room, her face showing the languid look of someone who had just woken up.

Upon seeing Wu Feng, her eyes lit up, and a gentle smile curved her lips: "Young Master, you're back."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw another person standing behind Wu Feng—a woman in white wearing a veil.

Azi paused for a moment, her steps faltering in place.

His gaze swept over Mu Wanqing for a moment, then quickly lowered, his voice also becoming a few decibels lower: "This lady is...?"

Mu Wanqing was also somewhat surprised. She thought Wu Feng lived alone, but she didn't expect there to be other women in the house.

Her brows furrowed slightly behind the veil, but quickly relaxed, and she replied calmly, "My name is Mu Wanqing."

"My name is Azi." Azi lowered her head, her voice soft, and then stepped aside, standing with her hands at her sides.

Wu Feng entered the room, sat down at the square table, and gestured for Mu Wanqing to sit down as well.

He then glanced at the two women and said in a calm tone, "Azi, this is Mu Wanqing. She will be with me from now on. Wanqing, this is Azi, who will also be with me; she is my maid."

Mu Wanqing nodded and sat down opposite Wu Feng.

Azi quickly went over, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup for Wu Feng, and placed it in front of him with both hands.

He poured another cup and gently placed it beside Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing glanced at Azi, nodded, picked up the teacup, and took a sip through her veil. The tea was scalding hot, and she only touched her lips with it before putting it down.

Azi stood to the side, her gaze fixed on Mu Wanqing's face.

After watching for a moment, she finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Sister Mu, why are you still wearing a veil while drinking tea? Wouldn't it be more convenient to take it off?"

Mu Wanqing paused for a moment while holding the teacup.

She looked up at Azi, who quickly lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

She then looked at Wu Feng, who was drinking tea with a normal expression, neither urging nor showing curiosity.

After a few moments of silence, Mu Wanqing said softly, "I'm used to it."

After saying that, she raised her hand, hooked her fingertips around the thin rope behind her ear, and gently pulled it.

The veil slipped off, revealing a beautiful face.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rippling across the surface, and her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, with a faint pinkish hue.

But in those eyes, there was a hint of coldness, a hint of stubbornness, and a trace of barely perceptible unease.

Wu Feng's gaze fell on her face and lingered for a moment.

He remembered that there was a setting in the original work—whoever was the first to lift Mu Wanqing's veil, she would marry him.

She's taken it out herself now, which saves her all that trouble.

However, judging from this, it seems that this concept doesn't exist in the game.

Mu Wanqing noticed Wu Feng's gaze lingering on her face, and her cheeks gradually flushed a light red.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, then looked up at Wu Feng, her voice softer than before: "Young Master, is there something on my face?"

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips. "No. I just didn't expect Wanqing to look like this. You're very beautiful, and I was a little mesmerized."

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing's cheeks flushed even more, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.

She lowered her eyes, nodded gently, and without saying a word, silently picked up her teacup and took another sip.

Azi stood to the side, blinked, and glanced back and forth between the two of them.

She didn't speak, picked up her teacup, and sipped it slowly, occasionally glancing up at Mu Wanqing with curiosity.

The room fell silent.

Faint cries of vendors drifted from the street outside the window, and there seemed to be customers moving around in the next room. But inside, only the soft sound of tea being swallowed could be heard.

Until there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, your food is here!" The waiter's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in," Wu Feng replied.

The door was pushed open, and the waiter walked in carrying a tray, followed by another waiter. The two of them quickly set the food on the table.

Four dishes and a soup, a plate of braised meat, a plate of green vegetables, a bowl of stewed chicken, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a bowl of hot soup.

After setting the table, the waiter stepped back, bowed, and said with a smile, "Please enjoy your meal, sir. Please let me know if you need anything."

After saying that, he left the room with his assistant and gently closed the door behind him.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks, glanced at the two of them, and said, "Eat."