CHAPTER 101: 082 MISS YUN DOES NOT KNOW ETIQUETTE

The continuous rain washed the sky clean, the bright moon smooth like a jade plate, clear brilliance falling from the heavens, enveloping the two people outside the door.

On Muyu Peak, there are many beautiful and high-quality girls, for no other reason. These girls who study the Six Arts for Women and are proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting must possess extraordinary temperament, and all of them have an exceptional sense of—Aesthetic appreciation.

An absence of aesthetic sense would make it impossible to take a step on Muyu Peak.

Though Wen Li is special, she is still essentially a girl of Muyu Peak, so as she looked at Yun Qian inside the room, she remained lost for a long while.

In Wen Li’s eyes, it was just the moment the door opened when she saw the completely different girl before and after.

At the very first instant, Yun Qian appeared cold as frost in her eyes, as if witnessing a forest of jade trees, like standing atop a mountain with a fierce, biting wind. Though chilling to the bone, it seemed arrogant to look for a moment longer.

However, as Xu Chang’an stepped through the threshold, Yun Qian’s icy jade instantly transformed into warm jade, the biting wind metamorphosed into spring breeze, and streaks of red mist enveloped the clouded moon with a unique charm.

Women are the best at appreciating and describing other women, and Wen Li is no exception.

Yun Qian’s clothes could not conceal her graceful figure, the white dress and black lining accompanying her languid manner, making Wen Li aware that Yun Qian’s health is not good, languid and very frail, resembling a beautiful sick lady.

But even so, Yun Qian remains flawless in appearance.

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Just relying on a woman’s appearance, her heart quivered to this extent... Is she truly a mortal girl?

Wen Li’s gaze stiffened, remembering her past battles on the field, covered in blood until unrecognizable, finally washing herself, now beginning to care about her appearance.

Wen Li’s initially halted breath gradually returned.

Indeed.

Miss Yun is Xu Chang’an’s wife, to put it mildly, the one she cared about as a mirror—Xu Chang’an, essentially raised as a ’Child Foster Husband’ by Yun Qian.

Wen Li thought, since Yun Qian educated Xu Chang’an into his current form, treating Yun Qian as an ordinary woman means she herself is akin to a naive young girl fond of eating candied fruits.

Somewhat laughable.

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"Want some candied fruit?"

Yun Qian yawned, handing the crispy candied fruit to Xu Chang’an’s hand, her housewife hairstyle, slight fatigue, even the gesture exuded tenderness.

"..."

Like Wen Li, Xu Chang’an also showed a momentary daze, but his daze was not because Yun Qian looked particularly good.

He twitched at the corner of his eye, walking to Yun Qian, softly reminded, "Veil."

"Oh." Yun Qian placed the candied fruit Xu Chang’an did not want into her mouth, raising her hand to tuck the loose hair behind her ear, then took a light white veil from her sleeve and put it on.

Xu Chang’an nodded and immediately turned around.

Wen Li’s gaze forced clearness just before Xu Chang’an turned, though her attention successfully shifted from him to Yun Qian.

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Afterward, Xu Chang’an acted naturally, treating Wen Li as a guest at his home.

"..." Xu Chang’an gave Yun Qian a look, then entered the tea room, leaving the space for the two of them.

Xu Chang’an believed that the guide’s other arrangements could be discussed with Wen Li, but for the first meeting... it wouldn’t do to handle it like the admission process where he introduced.

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Yun Qian perked up, looked at Wen Li before her, thinking her glow is dimmer compared to that Wine Lady named Liu.

Recalling what Xu Chang’an wanted her to say, Yun Qian calmly uttered, "Greetings, Senior Sister."

She called it fluently because Xu Chang’an also addressed it that way.

There already was a Junior Master Qin, and now there is Senior Wen, so no change in the weather, merely a thin cloud covering the moon.

Wen Li thought Yun Qian’s voice was pleasant, and she was about to respond when Yun Qian added, "Yun Qian, Yun of Cloud Rain, Qian of Sheltered."

Upon hearing this, Wen Li’s eyes behind the scattered hair glistened.

She found Yun Qian’s name introduction intriguing, for when introducing her name, Yun Qian shifted her gaze to Xu Chang’an busy in the tea room.

"Wen Li, the Li of Pear Blossoms." Wen Li remained silent for a while, then followed suit, "Junior Sister Yun, are you ready for cultivation?"

When she brought up the serious matter, her gaze was earnest.

Cultivation?

Yun Qian looked at the tea room, thinking Xu Chang’an talks about it daily, clearly she was prepared.

"Hmm." Yun Qian responded without looking at Wen Li, "I’m not clear on what is needed for cultivation."

"I can teach you."

"For specifics, you talk with him."

Since Xu Chang’an was nearby, Yun Qian’s attention wouldn’t be on others. After a perfunctory reply to Wen Li, she kept watching Xu Chang’an’s busy figure in the tea room, her gaze focused, leaving no space for anyone else.

Wen Li’s gaze brushed over a noticeable gap in Yun Qian’s hair, thinking as Xu Chang’an’s wife, this indicated good marital harmony.

However... Yun Qian doesn’t match Wen Li’s expectation of a perfect character; initially thinking Yun Qian would be a beautiful "female version" of Xu Chang’an.

After brief conversation, realizing Yun Qian continually emphasized not being the girl named "Yun Qian," but Xu Chang’an’s "wife."

Wen Li assumed, Xu Chang’an must have mentioned his existence to Yun Qian.

Yet, for her, as Muyu Peak’s Senior Sister plus the temptation of cultivation, was completely overshadowed by the boy washing tea.

Wen Li suddenly felt Yun Qian and herself were alike. Using her teacher’s words, cold and lacking insight, only caring for what they care about.

So she formed a preliminary understanding of Yun Qian.

Yet Wen Li also realized Yun Qian is vastly different from Xu Chang’an, who is cautious with details and never offends anyone.

Understanding why Xu Chang’an is so tense now, Yun Qian’s attitude, if met with a more temperamental Junior Sister, could prompt a pursuit of her discourtesy.

But Wen Li never felt Yun Qian was discourteous, because considering if she were in Yun Qian’s position, she similarly couldn’t accommodate anyone else.

Is this the meaning of ’Sheltered’?

"..."

In the tea room, Xu Chang’an’s eye twitched involuntarily, turning to find Yun Qian constantly staring at him.

?

Miss Yun, why do you always look at me?

Should I leave?

He gently coughed, then went behind the screen to heat the cup, disappearing from Yun Qian’s sight.

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Yun Qian’s gaze shifted, ripples forming on the veil.

Not worrying her husband is also a duty of a virtuous wife.

Towards someone like Wen Li, with a discerning eye, and liked by Xu Chang’an, she doesn’t mind talking.

Hence Yun Qian turned back, looking at Wen Li with ink-colored scattered hair, calmly asked, "How old are you this year?"

Rain hitting the window lattice, the drizzling sound echoed Wen Li’s astonishment.

Wen Li watched Yun Qian’s eyes, suddenly recalling years ago, Mr. Sword Hall gently stroking her short hair, asking the same question.