Genshin Impact's Sweet and Hard Free People

Therefore, Xinhui's return was something she found unbelievable...

"You mean, I've been here before?" Xin Hui was incredulous as he listened to Gan Yu's account. "You must have mistaken me for someone else. Look, I can't control elemental power. How could it be as exaggerated as Lord Gan Yu described?"

Xinhui defended himself.

"No, there's no way I could be wrong!" Gan Yu almost shouted these words, but her soft, gentle voice didn't attract much attention. Only a few people nearby glanced at her with curiosity.

At this moment, they were in a dine-in restaurant, and the surrounding noise was rather loud, so naturally few people could hear their conversation.

Gan Yu realized she almost stood up from her chair, but hurriedly sat back down, placing her slender hands on her lap; her nervousness was palpable.

Xin Hui was somewhat confused by the sudden news about himself, and he could only describe his past memories as chaotic.

No matter how I try to recall them, they are just scattered fragments of memory.

"Boss, do you have lotus seed porridge? Two servings, please." Xinhui went to give the order and then returned to his seat.

As for why he ordered this, it's probably because Qilin is a vegetarian.

After listening to Gan Yu's explanation, Xin Hui also sensed that something was wrong.

Strange, why do I know so much?

Chapter Seven: News of Ke Qing

"I'm sorry, Lord Gan Yu. It's not that I'm breaking the contract, it's just that I really can't remember anything from the past."

Afterwards, Xinhui explained to her about his memory loss and introduced his current situation, such as being the owner of Yiyuge and making clothes for the Lantern Festival for Lady Ningguang.

Although Gan Yu was somewhat disappointed that Xin Hui no longer remembered her, she knew that lost memories could be recovered. The important thing was that Xin Hui had returned to her, and she now had another friend.

This old friend from a thousand years ago was my first friend besides the Emperor.

"Do you need a lot of high-quality fabric? Okay, I'll figure something out for you."

Gan Yu chose to accept Xin Hui's new identity and returned to her position as Yue Haiting's secretary.

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Xin Hui watched her run with an oil-paper umbrella, her expression showing a hint of excitement, and fell silent.

These mysterious things are really getting to me, and I can't get away from them.

Let's leave it for now.

After a moment of silence, he chose to return to Yiyu Pavilion. Pushing open the red and black wooden door and stepping over the half-foot-high threshold, he was greeted by an antique atmosphere.

On the brand-new clothes rack, all kinds of clothes are neatly arranged. They are brightly colored and beautiful, which is very tempting to those who like them. Even passers-by will stop for a while when they see them through the shop window.

Yiyuge offers custom-made clothing at reasonable prices and designs that satisfy customers, thus gaining a growing reputation.

Xinhui lit a small oil lamp, placed it on a clean and bright table, and then sat down.

Occasionally, dogs bark in the alleyways at night, but most of the time it is quiet.

Xinhui likes this kind of atmosphere, where a person works seriously, cutting and sewing fabrics with care, which is the responsibility of a craftsman.

"Snip~" The sound of scissors cutting through the fabric was quite pleasant. Xinhui decided to start making dresses by staying up all night from today.

Under the lamplight, the dresses made for others cannot be made carelessly; any shortcomings in the details will be criticized by the wearer.

Xinhui was completely absorbed in the activity and didn't feel sleepy at all. He was surprised when he realized that the light coming in from outside the window had already covered the lamplight.

It's already morning.

In one night, Xinhui only made four ordinary purple dresses, and accidentally pricked her finger.

Xinhui planned to hang the four pieces of clothing on the clothes rack. Just as he finished hanging the clothes and was looking at his work with satisfaction, there was a knock on the wooden door.

Without thinking much, I turned around and opened the door.

But when he opened the door, Xin Hui was completely stunned.

The gentle Lady Gan Yu stood at the door with a smile on her face, holding a basket covered with lotus leaves in her hands.

I had no choice but to invite them in. At six in the morning, they came in, only to find out they were there to bring me breakfast!

This… Xin Hui couldn’t believe it.

"This is bacon made from wild boar meat from the forest, along with Teyvat omelets, spring water, and goat milk if you don't want to drink it." Gan Yu's basket contained his breakfast.

Wild boar meat? How did you manage to get your hands on something like this at 6 a.m.?

"Eat."

Gan Yu looked at him as if begging for praise. Xin Hui suspected that if he didn't eat soon, she would feed him! (Author: Please let me do it!!!)

This must never be allowed to happen.

"Lord Ganyu, you don't need to watch me eat, have you finished dealing with the affairs of Yuehai Pavilion?" Xinhui said awkwardly. How could he eat with someone watching him like that?

"Ah, I'm sorry, I was rude. As for Yuehai Pavilion's affairs, I finished them after I went back yesterday."

Gan Yu thought Xin Hui was blaming her, so she quickly stepped aside. There were clothes made by Xin Hui all around, and Gan Yu, clearly curious, took a closer look.

"The quality of the clothes is so high, it must be made of high-quality fabric." She muttered to herself first, then said to Xinhui, "I've found some suppliers for you, and they are all willing to provide the best fabric."

"Considering that you need fabric for your dress, I've also selected a few suitable suppliers. They'll send over some samples later for you to take a look."

"Also, just call me Gan Yu." Gan Yu's tone became timid at the end, and a shy blush appeared on her fair face.

For this, Xin Hui naturally had to thank Gan Yu, as she had solved his immediate problem.

If I don't address him as "Master," won't others think it's disrespectful to an immortal?

Sure enough, someone soon arrived with fabric samples and asked the two of them to take a look.

Xin Hui naturally wanted to choose the best. Now was not the time to save money. He didn't consider the cost-effectiveness, since Qunyu Pavilion would cover the rest in the end. He only needed to make a dress that would satisfy Lady Ningguang.

Afterwards, Gan Yu quietly left while he was busy. Xin Hui quite liked Gan Yu's personality; she was gentle and considerate, especially after she explained how deep their relationship was, she didn't interfere with his life.

Even Lord Gan Yu, or rather, Gan Yu, managed a rare smile.

After selecting the fabric, Xinhui went to the supplier to pick up the goods. He carried several large boxes of fabric by himself until noon.

When Xinhui was about to pay, his heart skipped a beat upon learning the price of the fabric. Over two million Mora, which meant each bolt of cloth cost tens of thousands…

Qunyu Pavilion is not short of money, Qunyu Pavilion is not short of money...

He silently recited a few words to himself, "Xinhui," and was busy until 2 PM.

Having not slept all night, and having not rested in the morning either, he slept straight through until evening.

For the next few days, he continued this routine: lots of work and little sleep, but the breakfast that Gan Yu delivered every day remained unchanged.

"You used to advise me not to just eat vegetarian food. There are so many delicious foods in Liyue that even I sometimes find it hard to resist."

Gan Yu's words made Xin Hui feel guilty, wondering what he had done in the past.

Right now, I just want to live freely. Yes, I am just a free person.

Until one afternoon, Xin Hui had just finished making the dress and decided to go outside for some fresh air and a short rest.

As they walked, they suddenly heard several members of the Thousand Rock Army talking.

"Hey, have you heard?"

"what happened?"

"I heard that Lady Keqing went to the snow mountain several days ago, and there has been no news of her since!"

"What, you still don't believe the Seven Stars of Liyue?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that this time it's a bit strange. Logically, there should be more than a complete lack of news..."

A few words were enough to put Xin Hui on alert.

Chapter Eight: The Young Master and Zhongli

"Old Yun isn't playing chess here..." When Xin Hui ran back to the familiar alley, Ke Yun was nowhere to be seen.

Then he went out to search again. He inquired around along the way and finally found Ke Yun at the Northern Bank.

"Whoever can find Ke Qing of Yuheng Star, I, Ke Yun, will certainly reward them handsomely on behalf of the Ke family. Your Northern Bank should spread this news and think of a way!" Inside the glittering bank, Xin Hui had just arrived when he heard an old man with a white beard say in a deep voice.

"Yes..." The staff members' expressions were somewhat stiff; this was a request they couldn't fulfill.

However, given their authority, they couldn't afford to offend the Liyue real estate tycoon in front of them.

"Xiao Xin, it's you." The white-bearded old man turned around and his tone softened.

Xin Hui nodded slightly. He looked at Keyun's expression and found that his eyes were also full of worry.

"Elder Yun, Lord Yuheng Star..."

“Something’s happened to A-Qing.” Ke Yun sighed softly upon hearing this. “A-Qing has lost contact with the Thousand Rock Army. Although I know she likes to be alone, I heard that something has happened at the Snow Mountain… The magical beasts have gone out of control, and A-Qing is probably trapped inside.”

Xin Hui clearly hadn't expected this situation, and Elder Yun had already begun to mobilize the Ke family's connections to seek help, so the urgency of the situation was self-evident.

If it weren't for Ke Qing, he might not have known that Elder Yun possessed such great power that he could actually command the people of the Northern Bank.

"I heard that Lord Tianquan is already preparing for the rescue of Lord Yuheng Star. This kind of thing is beyond the capacity of our Northern Bank, but the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce might be able to help."

The newcomer was a young man with a still somewhat immature appearance—Prince Tartaglia. He was tall and slender, dressed in gray clothes with the cuffs rolled up, his shirt slightly revealing his abdomen, and a water-attribute Eye of God fastened to his belt. He wore a metal shoulder armor on his left shoulder, and the ribbon of a scarf fixed to his chest swung backward from his left shoulder. A red mask with a special eye was worn diagonally on his short orange hair, and the eye itself was blue, just like his Eye of God.

This person caught Xin Hui's attention, and beside him stood a dignified man dressed in a dark black robe, with square and meander patterns on the back of his garment. His golden eyes seemed to see through everything, and the eyeshadow at the ends of his hair and the corners of his eyes was a rosy orange.

It embodies simplicity, majesty, and wisdom.

Xin Hui's intuition told him that these two were not simple people. How could someone with the Eye of God be an ordinary person?

"Is it that 'disrespectful' little fellow? Hmm... Snow Mountain... I guess he's in trouble." The black-robed youth muttered to himself, as if he already knew the answer.

"Hmm?" When he looked up and saw Xinhui, he couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

After the two left, the bank staff felt a little relieved; finally, someone had come to help resolve the matter.

“Old man, you see, what you’re doing is disrupting the normal operation of our bank. Why don’t we go to the elegant residence together and sit down? That way we can better discuss Lord Yuhengxing’s matter,” Dadalia said with a polite smile.

Xin Hui also has an account at the Northern Bank with a deposit of about 500,000 Mora. He has met D'Artagnan a few times and is somewhat familiar with him. As for the person next to him... he has no impression of him.