"Donât think I donât know what youâre up to." Zhu Pingniang glared at her: "Donât even think about it."
"...Such a pity." Miss Lu seemed a bit disappointed.
If she could take this doppelgÀnger back, clean it up, and cuddle it at night... would it not be just like holding Zhu Pingniang?
Zhu Pingniang shook her head.
This doppelgĂ€nger cannot be given away casually, as once itâs bound to her, it resembles her in every way. Giving it to Miss Lu would just make it a pillow, but if it fell into Qinlingâs hands...
Zhu Pingniang shivered slightly.
She didnât even need to question, if Qinling got her doppelgĂ€nger, she was afraid sheâd be posed in eighteen different ways that very night.
As she was thinking, Zhu Pingniang heard Miss Lu suddenly say:
"Ms. Zhu, so all these years, it was just a doll with me?"
She looked over and saw Miss Lu smiling sweetly, as if she was just asking casually.
An indifferent smile appeared on Zhu Pingniangâs peerlessly beautiful face, making her look even more stunning, as she said softly, "Yes, just a doll."
"..."
"However, from now on, itâs not a doll, since Iâve come here myself." Zhu Pingniang spread her hands.
"I wouldnât dare speak ill of you, Iâll be going back." Miss Lu bent down in a ceremonial bow, her eyes plaintively returning as she walked away.
But as she passed by Zhu Pingniang, she suddenly reached out, embraced her, leaned on tiptoe, and kissed Zhu Pingniang on the face.
"Drool, itâs so filthy." Zhu Pingniangâs mouth twitched slightly, looking at her angrily.
"Iâll wipe it clean for you later." Miss Lu waved her fair fist, smiling but clearly feeling... not well at all.
Obviously, upon realizing that it had always been just a doll by her side, any thoughtful woman would feel a bit insecure.
As Miss Lu left, Zhu Pingniang shook her head, thinking she should comfort her well tonight, since this matter was indeed her own fault.
She still felt somewhat guilty.
After all, she initially sent the doppelgĂ€nger because she didnât want her real self to get tainted with the brothelâs atmosphere... In a sense, itâs not wrong to say she looked down on those girls.
Of course, now she didnât look down on them anymore... probably.
Wiping the moisture off her face with disdain, Zhu Pingniang turned around and met Xu Changâanâs eyes.
Xu Changâan: "..."
He turned his head away.
He really wanted to say that he hadnât seen anything.
"I know youâre full of doubts right now, but... Iâll tell you later." Zhu Pingniang walked over to the doll, crouched down, and carefully examined her own appearance and demeanor, then... Xu Changâan saw Zhu Pingniangâs demeanor and gaze start to change.
From an uncontainable Fairy elegance strikingly close to the doll, until... she became exactly the same.
In just a few breaths, that Inner Charm of Zhu Pingniang completely returned. She put away the doll, then gently spun around in front of Xu Changâan, playfully asking.
"Changâan, do I look the same as before?"
"The same." Xu Changâan nodded.
"As long as itâs the same." Zhu Pingniang nodded: "I donât want to be alienated by the girls... Alright, actually, nothing happened just now. While testing you, I suddenly remembered something, so I returned to my real self..."
Zhu Pingniang explained simply.
Upon careful reflection, she still felt she couldnât tell him she had been "broken," nor that she couldnât really stop it, so she came up with an excuse.
For now, she really didnât want to "spar" with Xu Changâan.
Under normal circumstances, watching him spar with others never triggered such strange phenomena. Was it because of Open Source, or because his sparring partners were usually near his realm?
Was it because the apparent Cultivation gap between her and Xu Changâan was too great, causing this situation?
Zhu Pingniang was unsure, but naturally, she would slowly verify this over time.
Until then, it was best to avoid fighting him.
Goodness, she might genuinely get killed.
What a pity, she didnât see that mysterious charm even when the Glazed Body was sacrificed and broken by him.
A wasted loss of virtue.
"?"
Feeling Zhu Pingniangâs resentful gaze on him, Xu Changâan was puzzled.
Was something up, so she withdrew her consciousness from the doppelgÀnger?
Thatâs how she explained it.
Though Xu Changâan instinctively sensed something off, with many questions left, but since an elder said so, what else could he do?
Could he question further?
So, that doppelgÀnger was real.
Without seeing it with his own eyes, he would barely believe it.
If only Miss Yun could also...
Forget it, what am I thinking.
Clearing the miscellaneous thoughts from his mind, he saw Zhu Pingniangâs palm turn, making the messy kitchen seem as if time flowed backward, gradually returning to a clean and tidy state.
"Changâan, do you know... Supreme Forgetting Emotions?" Zhu Pingniang suddenly said.
Xu Changâan hesitated for a moment, unsure of what Zhu Pingniang meant, but he still said, "Saints forget emotions, those at the lowest cannot grasp feelings, emotions are what we know."
This phrase means that Saints are unmoved by emotions.
"Saints are emotionless, and Iâve always thought the same." Zhu Pingniang looked deeply at Xu Changâan.
So-called Purple Saint, but where is the emotionlessness?
Although Xu Changâan hadnât spoken just now, the guilt and fear in his eyes when looking at the doll couldnât be hidden.
But what about that fleeting... desire?
What was that about?
Zhu Pingniang sneered, thinking itâs indeed men, probably thinking of his Miss Yun.
Shaking her head, Zhu Pingniang thought of Shi Qingjun.
The Sect Leaderâs emotions have returned, and she has many questions. So what better than asking a... memory-lost "Immortal" for clarity?
Zhu Pingniang asked, "Whatâs your view on the so-called Supreme Forgetting Emotions in Cultivation?"
Xu Changâan blinked, puzzled, "Earlier, didnât you mention this?"
At that time, Zhu Pingniang asked him if Cultivation would make him lose his emotions, would he still cultivate?
Back then, he immediately shook his head, indicating heâd rather give up Cultivation if it meant losing emotions.
"Times have changed." Zhu Pingniang sighed.
Back then, she didnât take Xu Changâanâs words seriously; now, she could trust them.
If he indeed felt losing emotions was bad, then it must be bad, and the Sect Leader mustâve taken the wrong path. Now is not too late to turn back.
"So, Changâan, do you think Supreme Forgetting Emotions in Cultivation is the wrong path?"
"This... how would I know." Xu Changâan was helpless.
In fact, he wasnât even sure what Supreme Forgetting Emotions represented in the Cultivation Realm, how could he speak freely about it?
But seeing Zhu Pingniang staring at him, Xu Changâan, helpless, said: "Where in the world is there a Saint?"
"Hmph, dodging the question." Zhu Pingniang gave her a look.
As the real Zhu Tongjun, this light glance could not be compared to a mere doppelgÀnger.
At this moment, she was only partially fused, the cold purity and allure coexisted.
Xu Changâan could only smile wryly.
If not dodging, then what?
He stated Saints are unmoved by emotions, thus Saints are emotionless.
But where in the world is there a Saint?
Thus, Supreme Forgetting Emotions should not exist.
But this wasnât what Zhu Pingniang wanted to hear, tilting her head, she looked at Xu Changâan for a while, and said, "There might be Saints in the world, so dodging doesnât help."
However, she no longer troubled Xu Changâan, explaining simply.
"Saints are emotionless, unmoved by emotions, using Dao Rhyme to draw closer to the Heavenly Dao... This is Supreme Forgetting Emotions." Zhu Pingniang shook her head: "But this path seems hard to walk, many naturally unemotional people fail to transcend everything, so... is it wrong?"
Xu Changâan scratched his head.
Tut.
Couldnât understand.
He just wanted to cook now.