Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed

Chapter 79: Non-existent Letter

Translator: Storm in a Teacup

Finally Grandma Gu gave her the medicine after figuring about her sister’s condition and prescribed a new one based on the previous prescription.

Meng Yun’s issue was quickly handled. Then Grandma Gu turned to An Rushuang and asked her what she came here for.

Putting forward the black casket, An Rushuang said in a low voice, “I’m here for Master Luo Qu.” At the same time, Chuan Qiong was looking at her with gloat.

However, there was no one called Luo Qu here.

Thinking so, An Rushuang felt Grandma Gu might be Luo Qu’s disciple...

“Get out of here,” said Grandma Gu coldly, “There’s no one called Luo Qu.”

An Rushuang quickly asked, “Grandma, do you know Bian Wen?”

Hearing this, Grandma Gu waved her hand and told Chuan Qiong, “Kick her out.”

Saying so, she went directly to the backyard without even looking at An Rushuang.

An Rushuang had not even seen her face and she was now being kicked out. How could that be? Frustrated, An Rushuang couldn’t help feeling anxious.

Chuan Qiong shrugged and gave her a gentle smile, “Miss, please.”

If An Rushuang didn’t see his gloat just now, she would even regard him as a good guy.

“What makes you think you can kick us out?” said Zhao Xiaotao angrily.

Hearing this, Chuan Qiong hummed, “Please bear in mind I am the owner of this place. We only sell medicines. We don’t know Luo Qu.”

Chuan Qiong knew their intention the moment he saw the black casket. But it was Grandma Gu’s business and it should be up to her. Now Grandma Gu had made it very clear. He wouldn’t let the girl destroy the peace of First Pharmacy.

“We want to buy medicine!” said An Rushuang immediately, “You said you sell medicine.” Then they had no reason to kick them out.

Before Chuan Qiong replied, Kong Qing asked An Rushuang with his hands at his back as if he was an adult, “What medicine do you want?”

Zhao Xiaotao couldn’t help feeling nervous and looked at An Rushuang.

They were here for Luo Qu, why Miss An now said they came for medicines? Thinking so, Xiaotao glanced at Mr. An Qingrong at their side. Was Miss An planning to ask for help from Mr. An?

However, An Rushuang chuckled and turned to Zhao Xiaotao, “Bring me the prescription of Bian Wen.”

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaotao turned even more nervous. Staring at An Rushuang, Xiaotao could feel her hands sweating. She stammered, “Miss, the prescription... I did not...”

She was going to say that she didn’t even see the prescription.

But An Rushuang directly interrupted, “You forgot to bring it? How could you be so careless?” Saying so, An Rushuang took a deep sigh, “Alas, that would be troublesome. The letter Bian Wen asked us to bring was put together with the prescription.”

“Oh, yes! I forgot to bring the prescription. Miss, it’s all my fault! I’m so sorry.”

Zhao Xiaotao was indeed responsive. She immediately got An Rushuang’s point and behaved like she had made a big mistake.

Echoing with each other, they soon made up a story that caught everyone’s attention.

Glancing over them and then looking at the black casket, Chuan Qiong seemed to be thinking something, his eyebrows tightly knitted.

After a while, he asked, “Why?”

Ah?

Hearing this, everyone was confused about his question.

“What does he want?” Chuan Qiong sneered while looking at An Rushuang, “If he has already decided to let it go, what is he doing now? Trying to be repentant?”

To her surprise, An Rushuang never expect that her words would work. She was just trying to stop Grandma Gu from leaving. However, Chuan Qiong was irritated.

Why was Chuan Qiong so angry? If Bian Wen was in the Northern Kingdom at that time, it should be conflicts between Luo Qu and Bian Wen rather than Chuan Qiong.

“I didn’t see the content of the letter. I just followed Bian Wen’s request and sent this to Master Luo Qu and hope I can be her disciple.”

Hearing this, Chuan Qiong couldn’t help sneering at her so coldly as if there was frozen ice on his handsome face.

“How’s Luo Qu doing now? Others may not know, but how could he have no idea?”

Chuan Qiong almost shouted it out. His eyes slightly turned red as if there were endless anger inside his heart.

How’s Luo Qu doing now?

Looking at Chuan Qiong, An Rushuang couldn’t help feeling worried and she didn’t know what to say at a time. After a while, she asked, “Master Luo Qu, what happened to her?”

Chuan Qiong’s anger and sadness was felt by An Rushuang. Suddenly she felt it was like continuous drums striking on her heart.

Taking a deep sigh, Chuan Qiong shook his head, “I don’t want to explain to you. Since you know Bian Wen, you can just go back and ask him.”

Saying so, he began to drive them out.

Grinding her teeth, An Rushuang knew it was not a good time for her to ask more. So she nodded and said in a low voice, “Ok. I’ll get the letter before I visit next time.”

After saying so, An Rushuang didn’t leave. Instead, she looked at the man behind Chuan Qiong, “Mister, may I have a private talk with you, please?”

An Qingrong was stunned a bit and soon shook his head, “Sorry, I don’t know Master Luo Qu. There is no point talking to me.”

An Qingrong also felt the girl familiar, but he could not see her face. So he was not sure about her identity.

Kong Qing at their side suddenly hugged An Qingrong’s leg and vigilantly stared at An Rushuang, “What are you going to do with my brother?”

The little boy looked a little lovely yet with some arrogance. He seemed to be saying “this is my brother. You cannot hurt him!”

Seeing this, An Rushuang couldn’t help smiling to him, “I just want to say something to your brother. Is that ok?”

Looking at her angrily, Kong Qing thought An Rushuang was indeed a strange person,. She first irritated brother Chuan Qiong and now she went for his big brother...

Smiling, An Rushuang turned to An Qingrong and said slowly, “I’m not asking you about Luo Qu. It’s all about me. So could you please have aword with me?”

An Rushuang knew well about An Qingrong. Although both of them were stubborn, they were really not good at refusing others’ requests.

True enough, An Qingrong agreed, with his eyebrows knitted.