"What are you talking about?" Xu Chang’an slightly tightened his grip around Yun Qian’s hand, causing Yun Qian to lose her balance and lean onto his shoulder.
"The senior sisters on Muyu Peak have high standards. Even if we don’t ntion that they’re skilled in all Six Arts for Won... even setting aside cultivation, they are all very good people."
People with bad temperants cannot survive on Muyu Peak.
"So?" Yun Qian realized sothing.
"So... if the senior sisters say they like you, I would be happy because soone should like Miss. Yun," Xu Chang’an laughed, "It’s a testant to the senior sisters’ good taste, also showing that Muyu Peak’s judgnt isn’t flawed."
Indeed.
The people of Muyu Peak have high standards, but Xu Chang’an doesn’t think Yun Qian being liked is a privilege. Instead, he believes that despite their high standards, they haven’t lost their basic aesthetic judgnt.
"So that’s how it is," Yun Qian understood and blinked. "So, if people like , you won’t be upset... just like how I can’t seem to get jealous of you being liked by girls?"
Many girls liked Xu Chang’an, and Yun Qian never got jealous, nor did she get angry.
Does this an she doesn’t love her husband?
Of course not, on the contrary... Yun Qian would even be happy, thinking that they have good taste.
Indeed... many of the logics she learned from her husband’s books are inaccurate.
"Miss, what are you saying?" Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian curiously and tightened his grip around her waist, "I, for one, hope you learn to get jealous... and anyway, I am different from you."
"How are you different?" Yun Qian asked.
"I’m a very petty person," Xu Chang’an replied seriously, "So, even if the senior sisters have good taste and I’m happy, I won’t be in a good mood."
"Happy, how could you not be in a good mood?" Yun Qian didn’t understand.
"Because I’m happy about their good taste, but also have the feeling of a treasure being coveted... these two things can coexist and aren’t contradictory." Xu Chang’an squinted, "People are contradictory, and so am I."
Just like that.
Yun Qian being liked comforts him, but to say he feels no jealousy at all would be to claim one is a Saint.
There are no Saints under the heavens.
However, since the senior sisters on Muyu Peak are all decent people, he can easily dispel this bit of jealousy.
"People are contradictory," Yun Qian mumbled, leaning on Xu Chang’an’s shoulder, "I am not a person, so I don’t understand..."
"...?" A question mark floated above Xu Chang’an’s head, "I didn’t an that."
"I know," Yun Qian snapped back, stretching out a finger, "Girls don’t matter, but what about n...?"
"With n, I’d really get angry," Xu Chang’an stated seriously.
"Alright," Yun Qian thought to herself, thinking she understood everything.
"Let clarify," Xu Chang’an gently pushed Yun Qian’s finger back, "To be precise, it’s not that girls don’t matter, but that the senior sisters who know restraint don’t matter. However, if they harbor ill intentions, they’re no different from n."
"..." Yun Qian’s wide eyes widened a bit more, thinking she initially understood, but now she didn’t.
She looked down at Xu Chang’an holding her hand tightly and said calmly, "Then... what about a man who knows restraint? Can he approach ?"
"If I’m around, yes. If not, then no," Xu Chang’an replied without a second thought, "I told you, I’m a very petty person."
n?
n who stay far from Miss Li are the good n.
Xu Chang’an thought to himself that he’s sowhat of a jealous person.
"Got it," Yun Qian said, looking at her husband’s petty expression and curling her lips up into a smile, her mood brightening suddenly.
"Ahem," Xu Chang’an, feeling like he wasn’t performing well, said, "Don’t you think... the affairs between won are botherso?"
Both Flower Moon Building and Muyu Peak have many girls who are involved romantically.
If Yun Qian looked at it with worldly eyes, she naturally wouldn’t like it, and this is sothing that offends people, so he needs to teach Yun Qian to hide her thoughts well.
"Affairs between won are botherso?" Yun Qian shook her head and said earnestly, "I like the story of Third Madam Feng and Fan Shiyiniang."
"You like it very much?" Xu Chang’an breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "Miss Yun, do you really like girls?"
"Yes," Yun Qian nodded.
"...?" Xu Chang’an was initially trying to ease the atmosphere but ended up hearing such an answer.
"What did you say? Say it again? I didn’t... hear it clearly."
"I do like girls."
Yun Qian looked at Xu Chang’an and pointed at him, "If you were a girl."
Other than that, there’s no chance.
"...Oh," Xu Chang’an was montarily speechless.
The conversation went dead.
And Yun Qian is still the Yun Qian that every ti he thinks he understands her... he quickly gets left far behind.
But this matter passed just like that, a perfect resolution, and Miss Yun would not look at romantic relationships between won in a peculiar way, nor would she overthink about being liked.
That’s just fine.
Now the pressure was on him.
How to, in a place as troubleso as Muyu Peak, and with the nurous self-proclaid remnants of the Hehuan Sect senior sisters, protect Yun Qian and himself is sothing he needs to work on.
With Yun Qian’s charm, if no one were watching her, Xu Chang’an had reason to believe that she could create a pile of "love rivals" just by wandering around Muyu Peak for a day.
Yun Qian noticed Xu Chang’an staring at her and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Just seeing... how beautiful Miss Yun is," Xu Chang’an said instinctively.
With that group of appearance-focused girls at Muyu Peak, being good-looking is good enough.
"Then... look a little longer."
Yun Qian suppressed what she really wanted to say, rely shaking her leg softly, an unusual gesture, as if she were enduring sothing.
After opening up about things, Xu Chang’an’s expression involuntarily relaxed. With their shoulders touching and only a finger-width apart, the atmosphere was excellent, with even a hint of ambiguity in the air.
The refreshing post-rain scent brushed against them, and the warmth lingered on the shoulders. With Yun Qian’s heartbeat quickening, Xu Chang’an also inexplicably grew more nervous.
After several more breaths, slling the faint, pleasant aroma beside him, Xu Chang’an listened to Yun Qian’s increasingly rapid breaths and suddenly fell into thought.
"Miss..." Xu Chang’an turned his head, staring blankly at the faint blush on Yun Qian’s face.
How could she beco soone who gets shy like this?
He just complinted her on being beautiful, after all.
It wasn’t even a complint, just the truth.
Xu Chang’an reached out his hand towards Yun Qian, only to see her lean back, saying, "Have you seen enough?"
"Not enough," Xu Chang’an said, rare sincerity in his romantic words, "You’re so beautiful, I can never get enough."
"..." Yun Qian maintained a calm expression, though her fair face was tinged with a gentle hue, revealing contained emotions.
She nudged Xu Chang’an’s arm and softly said, "Ever since you left, I have been sitting here practicing calligraphy."
And because she needed to discuss sothing serious, only then... though she tiptoed several tis, she held it in.
Looking back, one would find that she had been sowhat anxious for quite so ti, but this urgency was taken by Xu Chang’an as seasoning for discussing serious matters, and he had no reaction at all.
"I know," Xu Chang’an nodded, "Wasn’t it clarified about the Twin Lotus matter?"
"I want to pick flowers," Yun Qian focused on him, "I have no strength... take there."
"Oh," Xu Chang’an’s eye twitched. When he glanced at Miss Yun, he saw her face was calm, but her eyes were filled with intense flickering light.
"Why didn’t you say so earlier?" he asked.
The Twin Lotus is important, but picking flowers is also crucial, especially considering Miss Yun’s current inability to walk.
"You weren’t deliberately teasing ... weren’t you talking so much?" Yun Qian asked, looking at him.
"?"
Xu Chang’an’s gaze landed on the Seven-Stringed Zither case lying horizontally, contemplating sothing.
People indeed cannot understand each other.
Music is said to be a bridge?
Could that be of any use to Miss Yun?
While he was lost in thought, the sound of Miss Yun’s clothes rustling reached his ears.
"Why haven’t we left yet," Yun Qian’s eyelashes trembled.
Still zoning out, yet saying he’s not deliberately teasing people.
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