The lake surface.
Shi Qingjun sat quietly in the boat cabin, her gaze resting silently on the troubled face of the young man on the shore.
She didn’t go over to ask what had happened, just quietly carried on with her own activities.
——
By the lake.
Xu Chang’an stood still, gazing at the slanted moon after the rain, and sighed softly.
Why did he co to this world?
Many tis, being able to et Miss Yun... he couldn’t help but marvel at his own luck and the wondrous nature of destiny.
Once always alone, even in such a peaceful era, he couldn’t even find opportunities to encounter others. Romantic things like going up to the mountain to watch the sunrise had to be done alone. Thinking back... the self who appreciated sunrises in his previous life occasionally glimpsed a lady in a red robe doing the sa... probably fantasized about one day having a romantic and beautiful encounter.
Then, he t Miss Yun.
She was like a beam of light piercing through the thick, gray mist, revealing a splendid galaxy, and life suddenly beca colorful and expansive.
There is nothing luckier in the world than this.
——
No.
It’s not the luckiest thing; the luckiest is... this magnificent galaxy walking alongside him.
Looking up at the warm moon, Xu Chang’an squinted his eyes and unconsciously smiled.
"Living is truly a wonderful, wonderful thing."
From this, it can be seen that the position of Miss Yun in his heart is extrely significant; it’s not just admiration and fondness, but a noble, aloof, untouchable presence.
So... that was why he was willing to improve himself for Yun Qian at that ti, becoming a qualified steward. During that period, he imrsed himself in the Library Pavilion, combining theory with practice. How much effort he put in is sothing only he knows.
’Let Miss Yun remain on her high pedestal.’
Xu Chang’an often thinks this way, but... he has never loathed his habit of self-reflection as much as now.
For example.
What would it be like if the high-up lady were to fall?
Xu Chang’an fell silent, feeling as if his legs were filled with lead. Even knowing his wife was waiting at ho... he had an overwhelming urge to escape.
Guilt and remorse towards Miss Yun filled Xu Chang’an’s heart at this mont.
Yes, he realized this.
When he decided to keep the Strengthening Pill, he accepted letting Yun Qian take the Jiaodan, and then inevitably began to wonder... what would happen after the lady took it.
Would she change from her indifferent and noble deanor, becoming as cute as that Mao’er just now... or soft as a fruit, easily consud with a gentle bite...
"Indeed... it’s human nature to sully purity, and I am no exception."
Xu Chang’an recalled the scene of Yun Qian playing with mud in his dreams, pressed his fingers to his brow, and sighed deeply.
The innate flaws of n.
At this mont, his fondness for Yun Qian, respect for Miss, and a man’s anticipation intertwined, leaving Xu Chang’an in inner chaos.
Upon careful consideration, it was not sothing utterly unforgivable.
Rather, it indicated he was a normal man, wishing to explore Miss Yun’s allure and potential.
Moreover, Xu Chang’an was certain that if he spoke up, Yun Qian would have no objections. Let alone a rouge-like elixir; even if it was sothing truly vulgar, Yun Qian wouldn’t hesitate.
Apart from those unspeakable secrets, the young lady was always obedient to him.
"But that’s just it... it’s exactly why I cannot..."
Xu Chang’an wore a pained expression.
Precisely because the young lady was always so obedient, realizing his dark thoughts only made him feel more guilty. After all, Yun Qian entrusted everything to him, yet he remained unsatisfied, desiring to debase her further.
Is he still even a human being?
"..."
Moonlight descended.
"?"
Shi Qingjun observing Xu Chang’an venting his frustration so intensely on the shore couldn’t help but raise a question mark in her mind. She thought for a mont and rowed her boat a little farther away.
Instinct told her tonight’s weather was not so great.
It definitely had to be so very troubleso matter.
Miss Shi really was a very clever lady.
Xu Chang’an didn’t notice the small boat leaving. Self-reflection is good, but also not good, for instance, his guilt was already beginning to recede.
Action speaks louder than words, yet he would promptly kill the feeling from the roots.
Yun Qian wasn’t a fruit, nor could he take advantage of her fondness and indulgence for him to debase her, even if she might actually like it... it still wouldn’t do.
As for the Strengthening Pill, he’d naturally acquire one for the lady himself if he had the capability later; he couldn’t let it beco a shield or tool to satisfy his inner darkness.
Xu Chang’an sincerely believed that this precedent must not be set.
He hadn’t beco a qualified husband yet dared to make Miss take a pill; if this path were opened, who knows what unkind acts he might subject Miss Yun to in the future.
Xu Chang’an clasped his hands firmly together. His steward side dominated, suppressing his male instincts, protecting the ’Miss’s’ dignity.
"There’s still plenty of ti... there’s still plenty of ti... no need to rush." Xu Chang’an repeated to himself.
Very satisfied.
Xu Chang’an exhaled a heavy breath and went ho.
——
"Miss, I’m back." Xu Chang’an spoke, opening the door to the room, his gaze sweeping over the empty fruit plate and so alcohol on the table.
Yun Qian was not in the hall.
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