When Ah Hua stood before Jiang Zhan, he was already starving.
“Young master, please have your meal.”
“I’ve finally waited for you to come. I thought you might not want to come because of what I said yesterday,” Jiang Zhan tried hard to squeeze out a smile he considered charming and elegant.
Ah Hua looked completely confused. “What did the young master say?”
Jiang Zhan paused.
This wasn’t right. He had made such a big sacrifice, shouldn’t this young girl be head over heels for him, and then secretly help him escape?
Perhaps she was still upset about what he said yesterday.
Jiang Zhan put away his smile and said seriously, “I thought about it later, and Ah Hua sounds much better than Ah Lan. My elder sister’s daughter has a fat cat named Ah Hua, which shows everyone likes this name—”
“You’re sick!” Ah Hua rolled her eyes, picked up the tray, and turned to leave.
Jiang Zhan was completely stunned.
This… this wasn’t the same girl as yesterday!
His breakfast was taken away, and his lunch was taken away too. He probably didn’t have the strength to escape now, right?
Gazing longingly out the window, Jiang Zhan felt utterly hopeless.
By this time, Jiang Si had already spent half a day listening to the Grand Elder explain Wu Miao matters, including their mysterious supernatural arts.
These arts were usually not revealed to outsiders, but since they needed Jiang Si to impersonate the Holy Maiden if she knew nothing about the arts, it would be too easy to expose the ruse.
“Ah Sang, have you remembered everything I’ve told you?” the Grand Elder asked.
Jiang Si nodded, “I have.”
The Grand Elder’s expression didn’t change, but she was inwardly astonished.
She had spoken at length over the past half day, not expecting the other party to remember it all.
“Then tell me about the forty-nine supernatural arts I mentioned.”
Jiang Si nodded slightly and began, “The Cloud Observing and Wind Listening Art refers to judging sunny, cloudy, rainy, or snowy weather by observing the shape and color of clouds in the sky and discerning subtle changes in the moisture of the wind…”
After Jiang Si calmly finished explaining the last supernatural art, the Grand Elder was amazed.
This woman had an incredible memory!
The Grand Elder’s heart gradually settled.
Having a good memory was enough to remember what needed to be remembered, making the plan to substitute one for another more likely to succeed.
Looking at the features identical to Ah Sang’s, a thought struck the Grand Elder: If she could be taught the supernatural arts, who could say this woman before her wasn’t the Holy Maiden?
Unfortunately, mastering supernatural arts wasn’t something that could be achieved overnight, and this woman’s identity was also problematic…
As the Grand Elder couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild, Jiang Si became increasingly calm.
Soon it was the eve of the New Fire Festival, and several elders jointly requested an audience with the Grand Elder.
The Grand Elder received them in the hall.
An elder with a long face spoke directly, “Grand Elder, the New Fire Festival is led by our tribe, with over ten tribes jointly praying for the new year. Will the Holy Maiden still not emerge from seclusion this time?”
“Yes, Grand Elder. Although the Holy Maiden has secluded herself to master the art of controlling insects, she can’t remain out of sight forever,” another elder chimed in.