"Miss?" Xu Changâan looked suspiciously at Yun Qian, always feeling that she was thinking about something very important at the moment, so he asked seriously, "What are you thinking about? Tell me."
"Me?" Yun Qian snapped back to reality and softly said, "I was wondering... if the current me is what you used to like."
The current "Miss Yun," could she be the previous "Miss Aqing"?
Could her current temperament be the temperament he used to like?
Yun Qian didnât know, and she couldnât find an answer to this question.
"What are you talking about?" Xu Changâan was confused.
What does it mean, whether the current Miss Yun is what he used to like...
Before?
How long ago?
A past life?
He stood up, picked up the longsword that Yun Qian had thrown away, and also picked up the sword sheath by her side. He placed the longsword on Yun Qianâs lap and said, "It doesnât matter what kind of person I used to like, now itâs meaningless."
Xu Changâan felt no need to explain any further.
His feelings for Yun Qian had reached the point where he could easily abandon all past and memories, just to leave a complete heart for her.
There was nothing to prove long ago.
All words, titles, love talk... are pale in the face of facts.
Let alone, proving his love for her with someone who doesnât exist.
Yun Qian looked at the sword on her lap and slowly said, "I know, but I want you to be happy, even happier... thatâs why I think more."
"The fact that you think this way makes me happy." Xu Changâan smiled, "Miss, I am a person of little ambition, the characteristic of having little ambition is probably being easily content."
"Hmm." Yun Qian stared blankly at Xu Changâan for a while, then bowed her head again.
What kind of person is he?
A contented person.
Yun Qian understood more than any existence; from start to end, only she was the greedy one.
"I am not content." Yun Qian said calmly.
"So, Miss is more ambitious than me." Xu Changâan said, "Thatâs not a bad thing. We still have a long time... after learning the zither, you can learn the sword, after that there are other things..."
There was no need for him to deliberately distinguish between the zither and the sword.
After all...
Even if Yun Qian liked the sword, she would still listen to him and learn the zither. Why should he worry so much?
Those who are favored are unrestrained; Xu Changâan felt he could sometimes be capricious too.
For the sake of a young lady, this reason never failed.
At this moment.
"Didnât I say in the past that if you were fickle, I would be happy?" Yun Qian suddenly asked.
"You did, more than once." Xu Changâan nodded, his voice carrying a bit of helplessness.
"Then... Iâll say it again." Yun Qian looked into his eyes and said seriously, "If you could be fickle, I would be very happy."
In the past, she didnât quite understand the reason for her happiness, but now she figured it out.
"Reason." Xu Changâan didnât understand.
"I want you to be happy?" Yun Qian tilted her head and said, "You said you donât believe in the next life, so maybe in this life, itâs better if you obtain all the people you like?"
For example, in this life, he could be fickle and take all the young ladies he liked as wives or concubines, so in the next life, Yun Qian wouldnât have to become anyone like Miss Aqing.
"??? "
Several question marks flew above Xu Changâanâs head.
He couldnât understand what Miss Yun was talking about, though it seemed to be related to the previous topic of fickleness...
"Miss, what I say you canât hear, so... you tell me to be fickle, but thereâs no Miss Aqing under the sky, where can I be fickle?" Xu Changâan said helplessly, "Can she walk out from the book?"
If Miss Aqing walked out from the book, wouldnât Miss Yun become covered in the sweet scent of candied fruit?
"..."
Yun Qian wanted to explain, but what Xu Changâan said was right.
There is no Miss Aqing in this world; it seems that even if he wanted to be fickle, he couldnât be?
But she still hesitated to drag Miss Aqing from elsewhere. Otherwise, with Yun Qianâs temperament, upon hearing that Xu Changâan liked Miss Aqing and liked Yao Yue, she would have already let them accompany him for a drink, instead of thinking about these nonsensical things here?
What makes her hesitate is certainly related to him.
She was afraid he wouldnât be happy, so she tried not to break the rules.
After all, the moment he realizes he broke the rules and did bad things in the future, his liking for Miss Aqing will have repercussions...
Miss Yun is not that foolish.
After a while, Yun Qian said, "Can you lower the conditions, and can it be someone similar to Miss Aqing? For example, Miss Wen, sheâs also a sword practitioner."
"..." Xu Changâan looked at Yun Qian, finding it hard to understand how she could say such strange things with a straight face and calmness.
But arguing with Miss Yun when she was overthinking wasnât a good idea; he had learned that from experience.
He had to persuade her from her perspective.
"Miss, youâve read the book too." Xu Changâan countered, "Miss Aqing appeared with a beautiful appearance, delicate and weak. Senior Wen? She isnât a weak person."
Xu Changâan felt that using the word âweakâ to describe Wen Li was an insult to her.
That senior wouldnât need to rely on anyone; she is the object of everyoneâs longing, the future hope in every sword cultivatorâs heart, the bearer of hopes.
"Thatâs true." Yun Qian acknowledged.
At the same time, she wondered if Miss Wen was not so formidable upon her appearance but as gentle and delicate as a pear blossom, she would indeed meet Xu Changâanâs ideal type.
He would certainly like her, especially since sheâs a living "Miss Aqing."
...?
Eh.
Yun Qian suddenly realized something.
If she hadnât appeared, would Miss Wen gradually turn into... a dependent, gentle, delicate figure in front of him?
On careful thought, Wen Li mirrored him, her recent changes were noticeable to the naked eye, for example, sheâd wear dresses, her hair was slightly longer than before, sheâd even step outdoors.
This high mountain blossom was imperceptibly heading in the direction of a young maiden.
If she hadnât intervened by sticking her nose in, then according to the original fate trajectory...
Yun Qian understood.
Just as Li Zhibaiâs position as the main wife, Wen Li would be his "Miss Aqing."
Because of her appearance, none of this happened.
But now itâs too late to say anything.
However, Yun Qian had a realization.
Was it possible that she, who always disrupted his relationships, was actually a jealous girl?
Miss Yun unusually started questioning herself.
After a pause, Yun Qian continued, "I know Miss Wen canât replace Miss Aqing, but there may be another, she..."
"Miss, donât mention Senior Sister Shi." Xu Changâan reminded Yun Qian, "I am not that familiar with Senior Sister, it would be offensive."
"Oh."
Yun Qian held back the statement âShi Qingjunâs name also has "Qing", she could be a concubineâ.
"..."
"Talk about it."
Xu Changâan glanced at the magnificent scenery of Celestial Bright Peak, his voice carried by the wind to Yun Qianâs ear.
"Why... do you want me so badly to be a fickle person?"
The young lady almost had âwanting him to take concubinesâ written on her face.
Yun Qian heard this, her eyes sparkling, "I want to make you happy."
"The truth, please."
Xu Changâanâs voice was like the oppression before the wind started.
"That is the truth."
Yun Qian thought that she wouldnât lie to him.
"Then... the other part of the truth, I want to hear that."
Yun Qian: "..."
Her husbandâs words made ripples dance in her watery eyes.
Her husband was a very bright person; how could he not think deeply about the significance behind her questioning trivial matters like this?
"The other part of the truth... is that I want you to be a bit greedy." Yun Qian grasped Xu Changâanâs hand.
Their fingers intertwined.
This was the other part of the truth.
She didnât want him to be content.
People who are easily satisfied know when to "let go."
On the other hand, fickle people, because of their greed, would want to keep everything.
Thatâs why... she wished her husband was a fickle person.