The Black Skirt Woman, whose veil had been removed by Lin Luochen, widened her beautiful eyes, her face filled with panic.
Lin Luochen's lips curved slightly as he said, "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"
The woman frantically covered her face with her hand and weakly said, "Young Master, Xia Zhu and I are twin sisters, you've mistaken me for someone else!"
At this moment, the middle-aged woman outside the door shouted sharply, "Where did this lecher come from? Get out now, or I'll call the authorities!"
But she seemed to be wary of something; even though she was anxious, she didn't dare to step into the carriage, only daring to shout from outside.
Lin Luochen ignored her, looking at the woman's face, which was identical to Murong Xiazhu's, and frowned slightly.
"Still pretending?"
"I'm not pretending..."
"Heh, twin sisters, Sister Xia Zhu. According to you, are you called Qiuju?"
The woman shook her head and said softly, "My name is Qiu Zhi, meaning 'autumn orchid'."
Lin Luochen saw that she spoke convincingly, and her demeanor was indeed different from Murong Xiazhu's, making him hesitate.
But seeing her pale face, coupled with his trust in Rat, he instantly felt confident.
A cunning woman, still trying to trick me?
Lin Luochen sneered, "Lie, keep lying. Your injuries haven't even healed yet!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he directly pulled at the clothes on the woman's shoulder, intending to provide irrefutable proof.
As the woman's fragrant shoulder was half-exposed, Lin Luochen was instantly stunned, his face filled with disbelief.
The woman's shoulder was as smooth as jade, her skin like congealed fat, completely without any wounds.
His pull revealed a startling expanse of white skin, faintly visible, captivating one's soul.
The woman was also dumbfounded, a blush appearing on her pale face as she stammered, "Young... Young Master?"
Lin Luochen unbelievably touched her shoulder; it was smooth to the touch, like the finest silk.
"Not an illusion? No wounds?"
Seeing that he had actually touched her, the woman finally reacted, letting out a cry and slapping him.
"Pervert!"
Lin Luochen quickly grabbed her hand, narrowly escaping, and gave a dry laugh.
"Please calm down, miss. I truly mistook you for someone else; it wasn't intentional!"
The woman's face was flushed with anger, but then she suddenly thought of something and quickly struggled to free her hand.
"Young Master, please let go quickly. If you touch me, you'll be plagued by misfortune."
Lin Luochen, not understanding, released his hand. Murong Qiuzhi pulled her hand back, frantically tidied her clothes, and put her veil back on.
Lin Luochen scrutinized her, still somewhat incredulous.
Could there really be people in this world who look so alike?
However, after verifying with his own hands, he carefully examined her and still found subtle differences between the two.
Murong Xiazhu's eyes were lively, and a smile always played on her lips, as if she were plotting something mischievous, making her vivacious and agile.
The woman before him was the opposite; her eyes were as calm as water, and her demeanor was gentle and charming, giving people a soft and delicate impression.
Murong Qiuzhi tidied her clothes, spoke to the middle-aged woman outside the carriage, and then looked at Lin Luochen.
Lin Luochen apologized, "I did not intend to offend you. I truly mistook you for someone else. I hope the young lady can forgive me!"
Murong Qiuzhi shook her head and said, "My sister and I are twin sisters; people often mistake us."
Lin Luochen felt relieved that she didn't pursue the matter, but he always felt that the way she looked at him was a bit off.
Sympathy and guilt?
That's not right. I offended you, why would you feel guilty?
But he was too lazy to think deeply and asked, "Does the young lady know where your sister is?"
Murong Qiuzhi shook her head and said, "I have just arrived in Qing Shui City and do not know where my sister is."
Lin Luochen didn't expect her to reveal Murong Xiazhu's whereabouts anyway and smiled indifferently.
Murong Qiuzhi asked somewhat hesitantly, "Does Young Master seem to have a grievance with my sister?"
"No grievance. I just have something to discuss with her. Since the young lady doesn't know her whereabouts, I won't disturb you any further."
Lin Luochen finished speaking, cupped his hands, left the carriage, jumped off the horse-drawn carriage, and departed.
Murong Qiuzhi hesitated to speak but finally sighed and shook her head.
What a pity...
The middle-aged woman outside quickly asked, "Miss, are you alright?"
"Zhou Yi, I'm fine. I just mistook someone."
Murong Qiuzhi softly instructed, "Let's continue. Circle around the city a few times and then leave the city."
Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, then reacted, responded, and continued to drive the beast carriage forward.
After the beast carriage left, Lin Luochen discreetly followed from a distance.
If he wasn't mistaken, these two sisters should have arranged to meet here.
As long as he followed Murong Qiuzhi, he would be able to find Murong Xiazhu!
Just as Lin Luochen set off, he suddenly felt the green lotus in his sea of consciousness begin to stir.
It swayed quietly, as if dispelling something, or as if trying to shake off something.
Lin Luochen didn't understand why, but he couldn't afford to think too much and followed with Rat.
"Rat, this time, don't lose them!"
Rat nodded repeatedly, but felt extremely wronged in its heart.
It really didn't find the wrong person!
However, it didn't know that the gauze skirt Lin Luochen had taken out was Murong Qiuzhi's dress.
This was taken by Murong Xiazhu to impersonate Murong Qiuzhi; the one Lin Luochen took, she hadn't worn yet, and it was full of Murong Qiuzhi's scent.
Lin Luochen didn't know any of this and simply followed the beast carriage from a distance.
But Murong Qiuzhi seemed to have guessed that he would follow and actually started circling within the city.
Lin Luochen sneered, "Does she think she can shake me off with such a petty trick?"
But just as he scoffed, a bamboo pole suddenly fell from the sky and rolled to his feet.
Looking up, a beautiful woman leaned out of a window, smiling apologetically at him, her eyes full of charm.
"Young Master, I'm sorry, could you please help me pick it up?"
Lin Luochen was dumbfounded. Is it that cliché?
The beautiful, charming young woman looked at him with loving eyes, making one's imagination run wild.
Lin Luochen, however, was unmoved. He picked up the pole from the ground, intending to throw it up and leave.
But just as he picked it up, a burly man holding a pig-slaughtering knife rushed out of the alley opposite, his eyes wide with rage.
"Well, well, I've been waiting for days, and I've finally caught you, you adulterer! Die!"
Lin Luochen was startled and quickly snatched the man's cleaver, elbowing him back.
"My friend, you've misunderstood!"
The man was relentless, shouting, "You adulterer, you dare to fight back! Brothers, get him!"
Several burly men with pig-slaughtering knives swarmed him. Lin Luochen, not understanding, quickly repelled them.
Just then, a line of constables approached from the opposite side, accompanied by a crying woman.
Seeing Lin Luochen, the madam shrieked, "Officers, this is the boy who caused trouble in our Drunk Flower Brothel!"
Lin Luochen cursed under his breath, quickly stepped onto a stall, leaped onto the roof, and fled.
"Chase him! Don't let this boy escape!"
A crowd of constables and pig butchers pursued him relentlessly, and the city instantly descended into chaos.
Lin Luochen finally managed to jump into a residence to escape, only to stumble upon the county magistrate's wife, who was left alone, being 'cared for' by his subordinate.
Thus, Lin Luochen transformed into a notorious flower thief, wanted throughout the city.
He initially thought the Murong sisters were behind it, but the continuous string of unexpected incidents made him question reality.
Had he violated heavenly laws?
In the distance, Murong Qiuzhi heard the commotion behind her, and a faint light flashed in her eyes.
I told you not to touch me. Now you're suffering the consequences, aren't you?
She seemed to be accustomed to it and simply ordered indifferently, "Zhou Yi, change carriages!"
Half an hour later, a completely different carriage slowly drove out of the city gate.
A hooded figure hurriedly followed, and Zhou Yi, who was driving, watched her warily.
"Zhou Yi, it's me!"
The person lifted her head, revealing a pale, small face, and Zhou Yi finally relaxed.
"Eldest Miss."
Murong Xiazhu jumped onto the carriage and quickly said, "Hurry up, get out of the city!"
Inside the carriage, Murong Qiuzhi said joyfully, "Sister, are you alright?"
Murong Xiazhu removed her hood, her pretty face pale, and sighed softly.
"I'm fine, but everyone else died!"
Murong Qiuzhi's eyes dimmed, and she said dejectedly, "Sister, did I cause their deaths too?"
Murong Xiazhu held her hand and comforted her, "You're thinking too much. It has nothing to do with you; it's all fate!"
Murong Qiuzhi said no more and changed the subject, "Sister, a young master was looking for you just now..."
"I know. Otherwise, I wouldn't have dared to come find you now."
Murong Xiazhu said helplessly, "That guy, even if he's not dead, he's probably had a rough time, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the carriage outside suddenly shook, and then seemed to be stopped by someone.
Zhou Yi's surprised voice came, "It's you?"
Murong Xiazhu opened the carriage, looked at the handsome man blocking the road, and said in surprise, "You're alright?"
Lin Luochen looked at the surprised Murong sisters inside the carriage, a cold smile curving on his lips.
"I'm fine. Are you disappointed?"
