Chen Mansion.
Ling Ningzhi and Shen Zhixia stood in front of the gate, looking at the spacious and grand courtyard.
"Zhixia, you should go in by yourself. I’m not following you." Ling Ningzhi hesitated.
Just thinking about Chen Mo’s face made her uncomfortable.
Even though the contract hadn’t been signed yet, she felt inexplicably uneasy.
Shen Zhixia took her arm, smiled, and said, "Co on, you and Brother Chen Mo have t before, and Auntie is very nice. It’s a perfect chance to introduce you two."
Ling Ningzhi couldn’t resist and was dragged through the gate.
Just as they entered the courtyard, they bumped into Chen Fu by the pond, feeding fish.
"Uncle Fu."
Shen Zhixia called out a greeting.
"Miss Shen?"
Chen Fu saw her and flashed a friendly smile, "You’re finally back. Madam has been talking about you for days... I’ll go fetch the madam right away."
He wiped his hands and turned to head towards the main hall.
As for Ling Ningzhi standing beside him, he subconsciously overlooked her.
A mont later, a charming lady hurried over, swaying with a graceful willow-like waist.
"Zhixia!"
"Auntie!"
They embraced warmly, their pretty faces touching as if they were sisters.
Slap—
He Yuzhi lightly slapped Shen Zhixia’s rear, teasingly saying, "You silly girl, didn’t even say a word before going out to train. If Mo’er hadn’t told , I’d still be clueless by now!"
"I heard that the Cangyun Mountain Secret Realm is very dangerous, even the two major sects’ chief disciples returned humbled... Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"
Shen Zhixia shook her head, "I’m fine. With Brother Chen Mo there, he took great care of ."
He Yuzhi snorted coldly, "If that rascal even lets a single hair of yours fall, I’ll skin him alive!"
But she hadn’t expected Chen Mo to cause such a stir.
Yanyu Pavilion is a top sect in Jianghu, and as the sect leader’s daughter, He Yuzhi naturally understood the prestige of the Three Saints Sect.
Anyone able to serve as the current chief disciple is a one-in-a-million exceptional talent.
Yet Chen Mo firmly overshadowed them.
"That boy really did make proud..." He Yuzhi’s eyes brimd with a smile.
Shen Zhixia asked, "Is Brother Chen Mo ho?"
He Yuzhi nodded, "He just returned today and imdiately went into the Alchemy Room. Don’t know what he’s busy with..."
She looked at Ling Ningzhi beside her, curiously asking, "And who might this be?"
Clad in a Moon White Daoist robe, untouched by dust, moving with a celestial air as if she were a fairy detached from the world.
She seed to blend into the surroundings effortlessly, her presence extrely subtle, hinting at deep cultivation.
"Junior from Tianshu Pavilion, Qingxuan, greets Lady Chen."
Ling Ningzhi perford a Daoist salute, politely dispersing the cloud cover over her face.
Her exquisite features appeared sculpted from fine jade, delicately white and nearly transparent, radiating a cool glow.
Under her black-browed eyes, her gaze was like a cold spring in an abyss, deep and clear, with pupils a pale glass color as if containing a shimring galaxy.
Her nose straight and graceful, her lips a hint of blush like clouds at dusk that hadn’t fully dispersed, a few strands falling beside her neck accentuating her long jade-like neck.
He Yuzhi’s eyes were slightly startled.
Even as a woman herself, she couldn’t help but marvel at such unparalleled beauty.
"Qingxuan?"
"Chief disciple of Tianshu Pavilion, first on the Rouge List, Fairy Qingxuan?"
He Yuzhi recovered from her surprise, with a trace of astonishnt crossing her face.
The na was well-known, with no one in Jianghu unaware, yet few have seen her true appearance.
"I didn’t expect you and Zhixia to be friends?"
"I thought the rumors were exaggerated. Seeing you today, I realize they’re still too conservative. Truly breathtaking and peerless, like soone from a painting." He Yuzhi praised.
"Just a re practitioner from the mountains, Lady exaggerates." Ling Ningzhi shook her head.
She cared little for her looks and even thought about removing her na from the Rouge List.
The path of the fairy is harsh, seeking the great Dao is tough, only known to oneself; it isn’t as ethereal as the world imagines.
Those unwarranted praises were just disturbances in her cultivation, nothing more.
"So sorry to intrude on Lady’s ho..."
Ling Ningzhi hadn’t finished her words when He Yuzhi interrupted with a wave.
"Gosh, we’re all family, why be so formal?"
"You two ca at the perfect ti, Jinxiu Workshop recently stocked so new underwear. I just bought them but haven’t tried them yet. You can help with that."
He Yuzhi, naturally amiable, linked arms with the two and excitedly led them to the inner hall.
Ling Ningzhi wasn’t used to such closeness, her body stiff, following hesitantly.
...
In the bedroom.
Seeing the underwear laid out before her, Ling Ningzhi’s lips parted slightly, her eyes bewildered, her pretty face full of question marks.
"Two palm-sized pieces of cloth with a hollow center, you call this undergarnt?"
"Two strips of cloth tied together, also called underpants? What’s the difference between wearing them and not wearing them?!"
"And these so-called black stockings, they look quite normal... but why is there a hole in the middle!"
Ling Daoist’s mind was intensely shaken, montarily unable to react.
"Cough, sorry, took the wrong one..."
He Yuzhi, sowhat embarrassed, stuffed the battle-damaged black stockings back into the drawer.
"Zhixia, didn’t you say your bra was too small? I got you so new ones."
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