Yun Qian, at this mont, realized the imnse difficulty she faced in learning how to feel jealous.
She would often have a sense of abandonnt, because no matter what she looked like or what her personality was in this life, regardless of their relationship or the years spent together... it was all insignificant.
She was always the one left behind.
It’s alright.
Being left behind is one thing, Yun Qian feels uneasy, but eventually she would accept it.
Because she’s used to it.
However, being left behind and having him taken away by soone else are two entirely different concepts. The latter... Yun Qian has no concept of such a thing and cannot imagine the scene.
So...
Yun Qian blinked.
She thought that learning to be jealous might be even more challenging than having a child. A child... as long as the husband is willing to try, there’s always a chance.
But jealousy is truly difficult.
"...?" Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian’s slightly furrowed Liu i, feeling sowhat puzzled.
"?"
What’s Miss Yun talking about here?
What does she an that she can’t learn how to be jealous, and this can’t be blad on her?
Why learn to be jealous for no good reason?
At that mont, Xu Chang’an suddenly recalled a day when Yun Qian lightly pressed her fingernails behind his ear, with a gentle yet unsettling gaze... Even though Yun Qian was faking jealousy to please him then... it left so shadows in his mind.
Xu Chang’an thought carefully about what he had done.
Leaving her alone to join the Immortal Sect.
His wife alone at ho, while he enjoyed tea, played chess, and watched dances with senior sisters on the mountain.
And now, even bringing her to a brothel.
"..." His eye twitched slightly. Xu Chang’an rarely felt it was a good thing that Yun Qian couldn’t feel jealous because he truly had been neglectful.
Clearing his throat, Xu Chang’an gently squeezed Yun Qian’s smooth fingers, softly capturing her cool hand in his palm.
"Miss, what are you talking about being jealous for?"
"..." Yun Qian had a lot to say, but as warmth continuously ca from her husband’s hand, it was like waves of flood breaking through her ntal defenses, swallowing the words she had ticulously organized.
Yun Qian rationally wanted to say sothing, but as her hand was enveloped by her husband’s, rational thoughts gathered only to disperse in the warmth.
What did she want to say...
Yun Qian placed her other hand over Xu Chang’an’s, tilting her head.
Shouldn’t it be sothing important?
"Jealousy... envy..." Yun Qian said, "So girls below are jealous, so it reminded of this issue."
She offered a rough explanation.
"... I see." Xu Chang’an thoughtfully glanced below, not seeing much commotion from the girls, unclear of what scenario concerning jealousy Yun Qian was referring to.
But none of that mattered anymore.
"Miss, the Sword Dance you wanted to see is starting." He gently released Yun Qian’s hand, returning her rationality to Miss Yun.
She wanted to see the Sword Dance, and if due to his actions she missed out on enjoying her favorite thing, Xu Chang’an wouldn’t forgive himself.
Moreover, if it wasn’t a re illusion, did the teacher just glare at him?
Perhaps Li Zhibai disapproved of how he was misbehaving and teasing Yun Qian.
But Yun Qian was truly easy to understand, easy to deal with, soft and tender, making her easy to tease.
"Ahem." Xu Chang’an coughed softly and looked towards the stage, preparing to diligently complete Zhu Pingniang’s task.
"..." Yun Qian stared at her pale fingers, still feeling the lingering warmth, making her reluctant... Under the intimacy of holding hands, other matters suddenly beco insignificant.
If she couldn’t learn to be jealous, so be it. It doesn’t matter.
The Sword Dance, however, must be watched because compared to the happiness jealousy brings Xu Chang’an, it’s obvious that performing a Sword Dance and presenting herself as a gift to him would be more intriguing... increasing their chances of having a daughter.
Thus, the Sword Dance must be watched intently.
Yun Qian gazed at Ah Qing’s indistinct silhouette in the banquet hall, her fingers delicately intertwined, eyes earnest, without a trace of fatigue.
For the sake of a daughter, Miss Yun was working hard today as well.
——
As Miss Qin deliberately softened the rhythm of the music, amidst the sounds of the mountain spring leaving echoes behind and creating space for alluring imagination, a girl stepped out into this gap.
Originally, there shouldn’t be wind in the banquet hall, yet at this mont, a gentle breeze swirled, causing waves of movent. As Ah Qing moved, her dress swayed, with the fla-red lanterns casting a mysterious trajectory upon the gown’s hem and slowly descended.
For a mont, the entire Flower Moon Building fell into silence.
Ah Qing’s entrance was without any flamboyance or techniques, not even stepping onto the rhythm of the music; she simply walked out quietly and stood there. Like a magnet with great attraction, she firmly locked the girls’ gazes upon her, akin to the core treasure within the glazed top layer of the Treasure Pavilion after the curtain falls, needing no introduction, even for the most inexperienced of observers, her preciousness was evident.
What kind of beautiful girl is this?
At first glance, many won were in a daze.
Ah Qing, revered by all as a Half-Demon, wearing a long dress that subtly transitioned from pale to bright green from top to bottom, at the hem resembling a flower surrounded by green leaves, appeared composed and graceful.
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