Zhu Pingniang saw Xu Changâanâs face full of helplessness, so she didnât give him much time to speak and directly shoved a box of wrapped rouge into his arms, saying at the same time,
"Itâs just ordinary rouge, do you think I would deceive you? Youâll get used to it. Havenât you noticed that the girls here donât sell them themselves but always keep them at home?"
"Zhu..."
"Say that again?!" Zhu Pingniangâs voice suddenly rose a few notches, glaring at Xu Changâan, "Even if itâs a gift from me, you wonât accept it this way?"
As Zhu Pingniang finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something, her eyes narrowing.
She suddenly seemed less hurried, speaking in a calm tone, "Ah, the cultivation technique you wanted also requires something to aid its use... Thinking about it this way, nothing is more suitable than the Red Lotus."
"Kid, I havenât chosen the cultivation technique yet." Zhu Pingniang laughed, holding up a finger, "When the time comes, Iâll tell you that this crimson Red Lotus is more suitable for cultivation, and you decide whether... to use it or not."
Xu Changâan: "..."
He had nothing to say.
Xu Changâan glanced down at the storage pouch on his waist.
Indeed, practicing this cultivation technique does need an item to distinguish the cultivation of the Yin Yang Dao from everyday married life.
But he originally chose those nice clothes, so how did it suddenly escalate to administering rouge to Miss Yun?
Yet he had no way to refuse, because as long as Zhu Pingniang said that the Red Lotus was more suitable, no matter how much doubt he had in his heart, he only had this one option to trust.
Xu Changâan sighed softly, holding the rouge box, and looked up calmly, saying, "Youâre just giving me a proper reason."
"Proper reason?" Zhu Pingniang tilted her head, tricked for a moment by Xu Changâanâs serious tone, but quickly her cheeks flushed: "Pah, I thought what you said, a proper reason to bully Miss Yun, right... youâre married to her, whatâs the big deal."
"Youâre right." Xu Changâan found himself without a choice, with a sense of helplessness and a faint smile under the straw hat.
"Men... sigh." Zhu Pingniang hugged Miss Luâs waist, pointing at Xu Changâanâs face and said, "Look at that, this is a stinky man, like whoever you want but donât like... mm..."
Miss Lu tightly covered Zhu Pingniangâs mouth, turned back, and gently said to Xu Changâan, "Young Master, the ingredients for today have been instructed to be sent over by the maid, Sister always causes trouble like this, sorry for the inconvenience."
Xu Changâan shook his head, understanding Miss Luâs meaning, he wisely cupped his hands to Zhu Pingniang in farewell, then turned and left.
It was only after his figure completely disappeared that Miss Lu released Zhu Pingniangâs hand.
"You dead girl, just let him go like that? I hadnât finished talking yet." Zhu Pingniang covered the red mark on her face, discontentedly prodding Miss Lu.
"Sister, with you embarrassing me like that, if the young master hadnât left, who knows what would happen." Miss Lu, full of disdain, took out a handkerchief from her bosom and gently cleaned the moisture left on her hands by Zhu Pingniangâs breath.
After drying her fingers, Miss Lu carefully put away the handkerchief, then pointed at Zhu Pingniangâs face, "Besides, when did you say you brought me to the young master to stuff a box of red rouge into his arms, what are you doing?"
"Giving is giving, so what." Zhu Pingniang shrugged.
"Yes, I like the young master, you like him too." Miss Lu said incredulously, "But you rushing to send medicine to the young master, acting like you want to lower the young masterâs standards... whatâs that about?"
In her eyes, Zhu Pingniang was a downright bad woman at this moment.
Miss Lu couldnât comprehend Zhu Pingniangâs claim of promoting the relationship between Xu Changâan and Yun Qian, she just felt that Zhu Pingniang must have some ulterior motive, deliberately guiding Xu Changâan from a gentleman to a lecher, with ulterior motives.
As for what she thought that motive was...
Naturally, it was that once Xu Changâan became fickle... he would take concubines.
"You really still have Qingluo on your mind, I just knew ever since Qingluo went to the Immortal Sect, youâve been restless at night thinking about her name."
"Get lost, Iâm worrying about her Immortal Talent, what do you know." Zhu Pingniang watched as Miss Lu exposed her, angrily stomping her foot.
"In any case, donât meddle in my schemes, just maintain your own flirtatious image, what are you poking around for." Zhu Pingniang said, pointing at the now completely petrified braided girl behind the counter, sighing, "Alright, youâve spilled all our beans, how do you plan to explain this?"
Miss Lu recalled her earlier hurried words to Xu Changâan, her mouth twitching slightly.
"..." The braided girl selling rouge was stunned.
What had she just heard.
Qingluo?
Sister Liuâs name?
The man just now... was actually Young Master Xu?
Ah.
The girlâs face changed dramatically.
What had she just said to the young master... the young master too, why dress so strangely, if he had just revealed his identity sooner, why would she not believe him...
Since entering the city, Liu Qingluo had always taken care of her, even redeeming her freedom, opening a shop was with Liu Qingluoâs help...
Now itâs a mess, later when Sister Liu learns that she doubted Young Master Xu, how could she explain it?
The braided girl thought, suddenly her entire body shook violently, her fingers couldnât help but clutch the counter tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Because she quickly realized one thing, if that man earlier was Young Master Xu from the Immortal Sect, then the wife he bought the rouge for must be that Miss Yun?