"Hmm... It feels incredibly nice. Everything is just so... fuzzy." Yu Qi murmured happily, her usual poise and dignity having completely vanished without a trace.
Before either of the n could move to stop her, she snatched up her glass and gulped down the remaining wine in one reckless, determined go. Not finished yet, she reached out with a noticeably wobbling hand toward the bottle, clearly intending to pour herself another serving. Grandpa Mu, however, acted with surprising speed, snatching the bottle away before Yu Qi’s grasping fingers could even brush against the glass.
"That’s quite enough, Yu Qi. You are clearly and undeniably drunk." Grandpa Mu stated firmly, doing his level best to maintain so sense of order at the table.
Yu Qi shifted her hazy gaze and stared at Grandpa Mu for a long, quiet mont, her eyes narrowing into slits as she tried desperately to process the features of his face.
"Who exactly are you? You... you are definitely not my master." Yu Qi suddenly spoke up, her voice now tinged heavily with a sharp sense of suspicion.
"Of course, I am not your master. I am your grandfather!" Grandpa Mu stated, sounding at least slightly offended by the mistaken identity.
"Yu Qi... I am your master." Grandpa Tang chid in mischievously, his eyes twinkling as he clearly wanted to see how she would react to the claim.
Yu Qi turned her head slowly toward Grandpa Tang and stared intensely at him as well. After a while, she shook her head with a slow, deliberate motion and finally spoke again.
"You are also not my master. Master is a very good-looking man with a long, flowing white beard. You do not have a white beard." Yu Qi stated with absolute, cold seriousness. Then, she let out a disdainful snort that bordered on a scoff. "You want to claim to be my master? Not a chance in the world!"
Grandpa Tang and Grandpa Mu were left completely stunned and speechless by Yu Qi’s blunt speech.
"If I am not your master, then who is this master of yours? What is his na?" Grandpa Tang asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Tang Moting." Yu Qi said, the na coming out clearly and without a single mont of hesitation.
Grandpa Tang and Grandpa Mu looked at each other, their expressions filled with confusion.
"Do you know soone with that na who might be by her side?" Grandpa Mu asked Grandpa Tang in a low voice.
"No... I don’t think so. I have never heard that na before." Grandpa Tang said as he shook his head slowly.
"She seems entirely confident when stating his na. That is not a random na at all." Grandpa Mu thought deeply about the implications of her words.
Yu Qi then suddenly stood up from her seat.
"Master always tells not to skip the training. Otherwise, I will surely forget the forms." Yu Qi said out of nowhere.
"What kind of training are we talking about?" Grandpa Tang asked imdiately, leaning in.
"Sword training." Yu Qi answered simply.
She looked around the imdiate area and soon found a sturdy stick lying nearby. She picked it up, testing the weight. Then, she began performing a complex sword technique. Every single movent was sharp, swift, and remarkably precise. It was as if she had truly trained with a blade for many long years.
Grandpa Tang and Grandpa Mu were genuinely surprised to see how skillfully Yu Qi was performing the intricate sword technique.
"Did she learn sothing like this at so point in her past?" Grandpa Mu asked, his eyes wide.
"I only t her when she was sixteen years old. I don’t know much about the details of her life before that ti." Grandpa Tang said, shaking his head in wonder.
"It is not sothing people could just do casually or pick up overnight. It would require a great deal of hard work, discipline, and significant ti." Grandpa Mu observed.
"Yu Qi..." Grandpa Tang tried calling out to her to make her stop before she hurt herself.
Yu Qi indeed stopped mid-motion and looked over at Grandpa Tang.
"Why do you keep calling Yu Qi?" Yu Qi asked, appearing genuinely puzzled.
"Because that is your na, isn’t it?" Grandpa Tang responded naturally.
"That is not my na at all. My na is Qin Yue." Yu Qi declared firmly.
"Qin Yue?"
Grandpa Tang and Grandpa Mu looked at each other once again, more baffled than before.
"Yes. I feel quite tired now, and I want to get so rest." Yu Qi said, her energy fading as quickly as it had arrived.
She sat back down, leaned heavily against the chair, and closed her eyes. The two old n were stunned into silence for a mont before they both burst into fitful laughter.
"This girl is truly so funny when she becos drunk." Grandpa Tang comnted with great amusent.
"Yeah... No wonder that brat, Long Hui, did not allow her to drink any alcohol." Grandpa Mu stated, finally understanding the situation.
"I honestly thought he just wanted to control her lifestyle. I never would have thought it was actually for Yu Qi’s own sake." Grandpa Tang admitted.
"Well... At least we do not have to worry about her becoming an alcoholic anyti soon." Grandpa Mu said while reaching for the bottle to pour himself another glass of the potent wine.
Grandpa Tang signalled to the nearby maids to carry Yu Qi back to her room. Since she wanted to sleep, they might as well let her sleep properly in her own bed. The maids approached Yu Qi and were about to help her stand when she suddenly snapped her eyes open.
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