The young girl pointed at the high platform with one finger and talked about Xu Chang’an beside Ah Qing, who sighed softly.
Not to ntion what it ans for the young master to bring his wife to the brothel today, or whether he really enjoys listening to opera.
"Girl, is it really that obvious that I care about the young master?" Ah Qing asked.
This girl always seems to ntion the young master in front of her.
"Look at what you’re saying, sister. I don’t even know how to respond," the girl in the yellow dress blinked.
From the start, Ms. Qing seed unconcerned about what was happening on the high platform, but the occasional glance she cast couldn’t lie.
Does she really need to say it’s obvious?
As a younger sister, she must give her older sister so face, especially after realizing that such feelings are bound to be unrequited, considering her sister’s emotions even more.
As a woman, joking about a man is no big deal, but if she really said it aloud, she’d be envious of the young master being liked by Ms. Qing.
Although she also has a liking for Xu Chang’an, girls sotis irrationally get jealous twice over.
The girl didn’t respond directly, but Ah Qing understood her aning sowhat.
So, it’s clear to even this silly girl that she cares about the young master’s matters.
Wouldn’t Steward Lu also be able to tell?
What about Miss Yun?
Ah Qing suddenly felt that maybe it’s a good thing Yun Qian doesn’t get jealous.
"I care about the young master because he has many secrets on him. Whether they can be unraveled or not ties into sothing very important," Ah Qing said seriously, watching the girl’s bewildered and suspicious expression, her temple throbbed slightly.
Sure enough, the girl gently held her hand.
"Ms. Qing, I know you’re shy, but liking the young master isn’t sothing to be ashad of," the girl in the yellow dress comforted. "In a place like ours, one more person liking the young master doesn’t make much of a difference."
Even though Xu Chang’an’s popularity couldn’t match that of Zhu Pingniang, Zhu Pingniang is a woman, and among the n they have seen, whether in looks or temperant, the young master stands out uniquely.
Ah Qing: "..."
So, in the eyes of the courtesans, liking a married man is not sothing to be ashad of, especially when knowing the couple is deeply in love.
"What about Miss Yun?" Ah Qing asked.
"Why does Ms. Qing ask that?" The girl had a question mark above her head. "Of course, she likes him too."
Won are the best at understanding other won.
Whether soone is a good person can usually be discerned with just a little interaction or even a few glances.
A virtuous wife provides crucial support to a man. Seeing that Xu Chang’an’s wife, Miss Yun, isn’t envied by the girls, one could glean quite a bit.
"Likes him too..." Ah Qing had nothing more to say.
"Strange, Ms. Qing, don’t tell you don’t like Miss Yun?" The girl tilted her head.
Ah Qing remained silent.
Perhaps admitting she likes Yun Qian is even more challenging than the previous matter—Ah Qing also later realized that the fragrance she slled when Xu Chang’an held the umbrella for her was Yun Qian’s rouge scent.
The so-called Celestial Dao Prison, who knows if it was dispelled by the young master or resolved through the fragrance.
So, her concern for this couple is indeed fated by heaven.
Seeing Ah Qing in a daze, the girl in the yellow dress shook her head vigorously.
"Ms. Qing, don’t say you don’t like the young master. I wouldn’t believe it."
"You little rascal."
Ah Qing pinched the girl’s face.
"Why don’t you believe it?"
Does she seem like a woman full of romantic notions in the girl’s eyes?
The girl in the yellow dress rolled her eyes slightly, saying, "Unless you say you like won, otherwise... in our place, who wouldn’t want to share a bed with soone like the young master?"
"You’re going too far." Ah Qing knocked on her head.
"Just a thought, even Sister Liu has considered it, so it’s not wrong," the girl said.
"But..." Ah Qing blinked and suddenly said, "Liking a girl isn’t impossible either."
"Eh?" The girl in the yellow dress was montarily stunned and suddenly a bit flustered.
She was just joking; surely Ms. Qing doesn’t actually have a girl she likes, does she? Wouldn’t that an she has no chance at all?
"Whether she can be considered a girl is a different matter," Ah Qing snorted.
Thinking back, if her younger self hadn’t been so self-assured and oblivious, perhaps the Cultivation Realm today would be a different scene.
Unfortunately, the current her no longer gets blinded by the word ’yearning,’ so she could take it as a joke.
"Whether she counts as a girl is uncertain...?" The girl in the yellow dress breathed a sigh of relief, then beca confused. "A man that looks like a woman? I’ve never seen that..."
"Hush," Ah Qing squinted.
The girl shrank her neck and hesitated for a mont before speaking again, "Ms. Qing, if you don’t like the young master, then... the Pear Blossom Umbrella he gave you..."
"Don’t even think about it."
"..."
Suddenly, there was a bit of awkwardness in the air, but fortunately, a hint of wine aroma drifted over, mitigating the tension.
The girl in the yellow dress thought to herself, Ms. Qing says she doesn’t like him, yet she won’t even let her finish her sentence... Sure enough, she hasn’t fully imrsed herself in the Flower Moon Building yet and is still so transparent.
If it were one of the Flower Moon Building girls, she would have laughed it off right away.
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