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 ofāAesthetic 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 Liās 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 Changāan stepped through the threshold, Yun Qianās 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 Qianās clothes could not conceal her graceful figure, the white dress and black lining accompanying her languid manner, making Wen Li aware that Yun Qianās 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 womanās appearance, her heart quivered to this extent... Is she truly a mortal girl?
Wen Liās 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 Liās initially halted breath gradually returned.
Indeed.
Miss Yun is Xu Changāanās wife, to put it mildly, the one she cared about as a mirrorāXu Changāan, essentially raised as a āChild Foster Husbandā by Yun Qian.
Wen Li thought, since Yun Qian educated Xu Changāan 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 Changāanās hand, her housewife hairstyle, slight fatigue, even the gesture exuded tenderness.
"..."
Like Wen Li, Xu Changāan 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 Changāan 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 Changāan nodded and immediately turned around.
Wen Liās gaze forced clearness just before Xu Changāan turned, though her attention successfully shifted from him to Yun Qian.
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Afterward, Xu Changāan acted naturally, treating Wen Li as a guest at his home.
"..." Xu Changāan gave Yun Qian a look, then entered the tea room, leaving the space for the two of them.
Xu Changāan believed that the guideās other arrangements could be discussed with Wen Li, but for the first meeting... it wouldnāt 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 Changāan wanted her to say, Yun Qian calmly uttered, "Greetings, Senior Sister."
She called it fluently because Xu Changāan 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 Qianās 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 Liās eyes behind the scattered hair glistened.
She found Yun Qianās name introduction intriguing, for when introducing her name, Yun Qian shifted her gaze to Xu Changāan 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 Changāan talks about it daily, clearly she was prepared.
"Hmm." Yun Qian responded without looking at Wen Li, "Iām not clear on what is needed for cultivation."
"I can teach you."
"For specifics, you talk with him."
Since Xu Changāan was nearby, Yun Qianās attention wouldnāt be on others. After a perfunctory reply to Wen Li, she kept watching Xu Changāanās busy figure in the tea room, her gaze focused, leaving no space for anyone else.
Wen Liās gaze brushed over a noticeable gap in Yun Qianās hair, thinking as Xu Changāanās wife, this indicated good marital harmony.
However... Yun Qian doesnāt match Wen Liās expectation of a perfect character; initially thinking Yun Qian would be a beautiful "female version" of Xu Changāan.
After brief conversation, realizing Yun Qian continually emphasized not being the girl named "Yun Qian," but Xu Changāanās "wife."
Wen Li assumed, Xu Changāan must have mentioned his existence to Yun Qian.
Yet, for her, as Muyu Peakās 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 teacherās 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 Changāan, who is cautious with details and never offends anyone.
Understanding why Xu Changāan is so tense now, Yun Qianās 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 Qianās position, she similarly couldnāt accommodate anyone else.
Is this the meaning of āShelteredā?
"..."
In the tea room, Xu Changāanās eye twitched involuntarily, turning to find Yun Qian constantly staring at him.
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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 Qianās sight.
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Yun Qianās 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 Changāan, she doesnāt 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 Liās astonishment.
Wen Li watched Yun Qianās eyes, suddenly recalling years ago, Mr. Sword Hall gently stroking her short hair, asking the same question.