Folk legend: If a person is shameless, even little ghosts are afraid of them.
Liu Qingluo says little ghosts are hard to deal with.
Miss Yun is now a human too, but she hasnât seen any little ghosts.
Just like the phrase âthose without malice are called kind,â when nothing holds meaning for the young lady, when a person is not bound by common sense, or moved by life and death, it becomes impossible to use good and evil to label them.
Without the stance of identity, how can one speak of good and evil, or of morality.
Good and evil, and morality, are nothing; things like shame have even less meaning, so... as long as her husband is not displeased, Yun Qian can speak as sweetly as possible.
To use the rules of the world below the well to define the regulations above Nine Heavens is highly inadequate.
However, Yun Qian, who has attempted to enter the well, will learn the rules below, and she indeed learned a lot.
For example, she learned about public displays of affection, like the kisses between young masters and young ladies at the Beisang City lakeside, and used them on Xu Changâan.
Now, she learned other things from Gu Qiancheng.
Thinking about how Xu Changâan had looked at her earlier, with such surprise, disbelief, and even a hint of embarrassment, Yun Qian tilted her head and smiled.
Her husband is a moral person.
But when you think carefully, sweet talk has nothing to do with morality. What couples say in private is nobodyâs business, even the Heavenly Dao Incarnation cannot blame the young lady.
Yun Qian wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Call me wife again."
"Didnât you already hear it?" Xu Changâan held Yun Qian, his face blushing: "Didnât hear clearly? Was my voice too soft?"
"I heard it, heard it very clearly."
Yun Qian blinked and seriously said, "But there are some things you clearly hear, yet you want me to ask again... Iâm the same."
This is also what the eager-to-learn Miss Yun learned from him.
"I was just..." Xu Changâan instinctively wanted to argue but, feeling her breath on his ear, he sighed: "Wife..."
"Donât drag the tone," Yun Qian tapped his shoulder slightly displeased.
The way he said it just now sounded more like he was calling for his mother, which reminded Miss Yun, whose memories are not yet sealed, of some unpleasant things.
"Wife." Xu Changâan gently held the young lady, feeling her breath on his ear, his heart racing.
He didnât want to create this atmosphere where the young lady wanted it and he was unwilling; itâs just that his inner feelings made it hard for him to be as straightforward as the young lady.
Yun Qian liked this about him very much.
Life is about progressing slowly.
If someone is straightforward from the start, wonât it be like firewood meeting a flame, blazing instantly to great heights?
If it were like that, even just fifteen minutes would be unbearable for Miss Yun.
So, what she wants is his proper restraint, which makes her like him even more.
Xu Changâan had already called her twice, and instead of feeling awkward, he seemed to have gotten used to it. Holding the young lady, he took two steps and slowly set her down when they reached the main hall, saying, "Wife, satisfied?"
"Mm, satisfied." Yun Qian nodded without hesitation.
"So... the inspiration came from that Guâer, right? Did I guess correctly?" Xu Changâan sighed. He couldnât help but think that it was Gu Qianchengâs effortless ability to make herself understood that gave Miss Yun this inspiration.
"Thatâs right."
"I knew it."
That Guâer is really a useful person.
Yun Qian had a changed view on Gu Qiancheng; in Yun Qianâs heart, no matter what Gu Qiancheng had done, just for letting her hear those few words... it was enough for Yun Qian to remember her name.
After Yun Qian steadied herself, she said to him, "I want to hear something else."
"What do you want to hear?" Xu Changâan, unlike before, proactively said: "Ah Qian? Or Ah Yun."
Yun Qian looked at him for a moment and then slowly shook her head, "I donât want to hear that anymore."
When Xu Changâan lost his immensely caring and conflicted attitude, these intimate calls lost their charm in her eyes.
Still, "Miss" and "Wife" sounded more pleasant.
And "Wife" always reminded the young lady of "Mother," so... she really preferred the two words "Miss."
"Donât want to hear it? Then itâs time to head down the mountain." Xu Changâan held Yun Qianâs hand and walked forward, while a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Miss Yun is indeed very easy to understand.
Xu Changâan knew very well that the more he acted as if he cared, the more Yun Qian would care.
It was like this with the childâs matters.
It was like this with the Hongxing matter.
Now, itâs the same.
Conversely, as long as he was a bit indifferent, Yun Qian would soon lose interest.
This was his best, tried-and-true method for handling Yun Qian.
However... in fact, he didnât want to handle the young lady.
If they were at home, he might have resisted a bit before saying what the young lady wanted to hear because these were also the little charms between husband and wife.
But now, heading down the mountain, flirting outside the hall... he couldnât quite accept it, primarily because it wouldnât be good if someone saw or heard them.
He could only reluctantly suppress the young ladyâs affectionate thoughts.
A bit of a pity.
Holding Yun Qianâs slightly cool hand, Xu Changâan thought that when they were alone, he would call her to her heartâs content.
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Xu Changâan took out the Jade Scroll Qinling prepared for their trip down the mountain, and accompanied Yun Qian into the main hall.
Inside the hall, amidst a stack of piled-up documents, a Daoist nun with long hair tied at the back with a thin red ribbon was writing something with a focused expression.
In the Chaoyun Sect, there were all sorts of people, and it was common to see women dressed in Daoist robes. But they were not all female crowns, just accustomed to dressing that way, much like Li Zhibai.