Inside the room.
Yun Qian quietly gazed at the bonsai before her.
She had been looking at it for a long time, yet it still wasnât enough. She didnât know why; logically, even if it was a bonsai cultivated by her husband himself, it shouldnât attract her gaze like this.
"Ms. Yun, you really do like this Chasing Silk Vine." The Rowing Maiden couldnât help but say.
Yun Qian had been looking at it for a long time.
"Chasing... Chasing Silk Vine?" Yun Qianâs words were gentle, but her eyes were tinged with some inexplicable meaning.
"Yes, itâs often kept as a landscape by the ladies here." The Rowing Maiden pointed to the center of the bonsai where the cyan rattan slowly wound around the central greenwood, eventually gathering at the top and hanging down like an umbrella.
In the delicate square flower pot, the vine seemed to depend on the greenwood, but upon closer inspection, one might get the illusion that itâs not dependence but a deadlock.
The vine appeared to rely on it, but in truth, as a parasite, it trapped the greenwood, wantonly sucking out what it wanted from the greenwood.
Dependence.
It certainly doesnât count as dependence.
"..."
It seemed the Rowing Maiden noticed Yun Qianâs confusion, she explained: "Ms. Yun, this thing doesnât look auspicious, so youâd better... pick another landscape that you like; there are many beautiful floral landscapes at Chunluo Residence in the north of the city."
Yun Qianâs fingers gently brushed the cyan rattan, asked: "Didnât you say itâs common?"
"The courtesan sisters often keep them." The Rowing Maiden shook her head: "The sisters keep these as a warning to themselves... not to live dependent like these cyan rattan."
If the tree dies, the vine canât survive either.
Donât be fooled by how in Flower Moon Building the courtesans seem to live quite well.
If they really go out to find a man to depend on, it rarely ends well.
The ladies of Flower Moon Building are like this.
If theyâre clever enough, they might truly perfect the act of dependence, find their footing after redeeming themselves... yet, they merely transition from a vine that cannot live to a vine that can live, absorbing nutrients from one greenwood before seeking the next.
Whether such days are good only they themselves know.
"In short, relying on oneself is better than relying on others." The Rowing Maiden looked on firmly, "In this world, thereâs no such thing as someone unable to live without someone else."
In this world, thereâs no such thing as someone unable to live without someone else.
Yun Qian: "..."
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Dark patterns quivered above Frosty Heaven.
If Frosty Heaven could speak, it would certainly want to say aloud: thereâs none below, but there can be atop.
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Perhaps even Miss Yun wouldnât have expected that one day sheâd be âdisciplinedâ by a girl as inconspicuous as dust.
But this Maiden was also his match destined by fate, a favored one.
Yun Qian didnât quite understand: "Is it wrong to want to be with the person you love?"
Her husband was now diligently cultivating, stating clearly he wanted to spend several more years as a couple with her... essentially wishing to be together with her more.
Is he like the cyan rattan?
"Who said itâs wrong? Of course, itâs right." The Maiden looked at Yun Qian strangely, then blushed slightly: "If I had someone I liked, I wouldnât be as incapable as Sister Liu, given the opportunity, I would certainly cling to them every day... well, provided there is an opportunity."
She doesnât cultivate, hence doesnât give herself this chance.
"Like this?" Yun Qian nodded slightly, she asked: "Thereâs something I donât quite understand."
"Please, Sister, speak."
"Some people want to live a few more years because they love someone." Yun Qian calmly stated, "But as they live long, feelings are lost in the end... whose fault is that?"
"...Ms. Yun." A delicate question mark floated above the Rowing Maidenâs head: "I donât understand."
"If cultivation requires losing emotions, is there a need to cultivate?" Yun Qian looked at her.
"Will cultivation turn one into an unemotional person?" The Rowing Maiden was stunned, then her head shook like a rattle.
"No way."
Does the book speak of Supreme Forgetting Emotions?
Such a kind of immortal, whatâs the point of cultivation?
"Mm." Yun Qian said no more, her nails scraped against the cyan rattan in the bonsai, making a somewhat unpleasant sound.
This was Yun Qian... no, **she** between Xu Changâan and the Rowing Maiden were fundamentally different.
Yun Qian wouldnât abstain from cultivating knowing that it would ultimately involve losing emotionsâ
Just as she knew clearly, as long as her husband continues to pursue longevity, eventually emotions would be worn away by time, yet sheâd still extend his lifespan.
She was the parasitic cyan rattan absorbing nutrients off the tree.
And the situation now was akin to that vine that could crush the World Tree shouldnât it reveal even a hint yet insists on relying on a mere ordinary tree.
She now temporarily recalled many names similar to **Yun Qian** because she hadnât resealed her memories; thus she knew clearly what the fate of the last Yun Qian and the one before that was.
He could not carry the weight she bore.
He remained himself, no matter how many years passed, no matter how many lifetimes, yet he still wouldnât step out of the river of time, he didnât aim to be held in her palm... thus she could only go down to the water to see him.
Yun Qian closed her eyes, feeling the subtle lingering presence left by Xu Changâan in the bonsai, she said: "Like this, thereâs nothing I can do."
"What?" The Rowing Maiden didnât understand.
Yun Qian didnât respond, just tilted her head, her expression indifferent.
The memories not belonging to **Yun Qian** surged fiercely, boiling over at this moment, each clamoring to emerge, eager to see him.
But in fact, Yun Qian didnât have the so-called divided soul, nor any avatars.