The rain outside the window was getting lighter and lighter, and by now, there was already a vague sense of dawn breaking.
Xu Changâan finally drank the tea brewed by Qinling, after all, they had been talking for long enough.
Xu Changâan put down the teacup, savoring the lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth, thinking that his Aunt was indeed worthy of being called Aunt. The same tea, brewed by her hand, could at least be enhanced by thirty percent.
Well, after all, Muyu Peak specializes in the Six Arts for Women.
Guqin, Go, Calligraphy, Painting, Singing, and Dancing â mastering tea as a conduit for the Six Arts, demonstrates the importance of tea.
Just what else does his Aunt know from the Six Arts for Women?
Xu Changâan couldnât quite imagine this Aunt... performing a dance on stage.
"Youâre drinking tea, just drink tea, why are you staring at me so intently," Qinling felt a bit strange under Xu Changâanâs gaze.
"Itâs nothing," Xu Changâan looked away.
"...Strange, forget it, I also have something I want to ask you." Qinling blinked, adjusted herself while holding MaoâEr, and asked with great interest, "Youâre Miss Yunâs child foster husband, right."
"...?"
Seeing Xu Changâanâs expression freeze, Qinling curled her lips then waved her hand, "Alright, Iâm not joking... Sheâs your wife, why do you keep calling her Miss?"
If it werenât for the fact that the coupleâs life was just fine, and she even warned Xu Changâan not to indulge in desires initially, she would have really thought he and Yun Qian were merely a couple in form.
Looking at Qinlingâs sparkling eyes, Xu Changâan felt that women were all gossipy after all, even this Miss Qin was no exception.
"Aunt, itâs just a title; it canât mark my feelings for Miss Yun." Xu Changâan was helpless.
"I know that, which is why Iâm asking you... Is this a little quirk between you two?" Qinling tilted her head, meanwhile, the kitten in her arms followed suit, looking rather cute.
She was thinking, if she could take Xu Changâanâs mode of addressing Yun Qian and recreate it for Zhu Pingniang, she wondered if it would be effective.
"Itâs not any quirk, itâs just that I donât know what to call her." Xu Changâan said.
"...? Qinling paused for a moment, as if pondering the meaning behind his words.
Then Xu Changâan explained to her, anyway, Aunt wouldnât care about losing face in front of him, so he didnât need to pretend either.
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After a while, he clarified it.
Xu Changâan just felt like Qinling was looking at him as if she were a lofty creature viewing a frog at the bottom of a well.
"Xiaochangâan." Qinling covered her face, "Iâve imagined all sorts of possibilities... except that you canât call it out due to shyness... Truly remarkable of you."
Qinling found it hard to understand.
Isnât this an old married couple?
He dared to do all those intimate things but couldnât call out "wife."
While contemplating, Qinling heard Xu Changâan say.
"Now that Iâve entered the Immortal Sect, Iâve been thinking itâs better not to call her so intimately," Xu Changâan said slowly. "After all, Aunt, you know my reputation in Chaoyun Sect."
"I know, they say youâre the concubine of the girls," Qinling blinked, then understood.
Was it that he feared his bad reputation might affect Yun Qianâs reputation?
"Are you fooling yourself?" Qinling was somewhat helpless, "Calling her Miss doesnât mean others wonât know youâre a couple."
Such things cannot be hidden.
"Can influence be minimized?" Xu Changâan blinked.
"What ambition." Qinling looked at Xu Changâanâs face, clenched her teeth tight but soon relaxed, "Does your wife have no objections?"
"Already used to it."
Qinling said, "Aside from calling her Miss, the title âMiss Yunâ actually doesnât pose a problem, it doesnât make things seem distant."
Even within a couple, it can be used as a daily term.
"Really?" Xu Changâan hadnât expected Qinling could find any merits in his actions.
"Uh-huh, look at me, although occasionally I call out âMs. Zhu,â externally, I still call her âMiss Zhuâ," Qinling thought not only about this, initially she called Yun Qian and now calls Li Zhibai both by âMiss.â
This title can convey both closeness and distance.
As she spoke, she slightly changed her wording.
"However, youâre a man; itâs still not quite appropriate," Qinling sincerely wanted to give Xu Changâan some advice to enhance the coupleâs relationship, so she said, "Does Miss Yun have a second name? You can call her by that."
"...Second name?" Xu Changâan paused for a moment.
"Second name is what we often call a courtesy name," Qinling explained, "After a boyâs coming-of-age ceremony, or a girlâs hairpin ceremony, itâs inappropriate to call just the name, thus another name is selected. Does she...? "
Xu Changâanâs age is not even twenty, so itâs understandable he doesnât have a courtesy name.
Yun Qianâs age definitely exceeds the age for the hairpin ceremony.
"No, she doesnât," Xu Changâan shook his head; of course he was clear whether Yun Qian had any other names.
"Really doesnât?" Qinling was surprised, "Isnât she the Miss Yun, how come she doesnât."
By rules, men at twenty and women at fifteen can take a courtesy name, but in practice, courtesy names are used to express virtues, hence called courtesy names.
Although mostly the names here are meant for men, there are hardly any girls who genuinely have courtesy names in the world.
But judging by Yun Qianâs appearance and bearing, one can clearly tell sheâs not from an ordinary family, not to mention a young noble lady. At least she is from a family with literary heritage, how could she live to this age without a courtesy name.
To Qinling, this was very unusual.
"Quite strange?" Xu Changâan asked.
"Indeed strange," Qinling seriously replied, "Even I have a courtesy name, although I have long ceased using it since I started cultivation, but still, itâs there."
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