"Mm." Yun Qian nodded.
Upon hearing Yun Qianâs calm voice, Zhu Pingniang felt the gentle fragrance of soap mixed with the scent of rouge emanating from Yun Qianâs body, which she could sense just by breathing lightly.
This intimate fragrance made Zhu Pingniangâs heart pound, causing her to lower her head even more.
At this moment, Zhu Pingniang realized that her true self was more sensitive than her avatar, capable of noticing more details, thus increasing the affection she felt for the married woman in front of her.
If Zhu Pingniang were to chat well with Liu Qingluo, Miss Lu, or even Wen Li at this moment, she would discover that anyone who liked Xu Changâan would also like Yun Qian.
This couple is clearly teamed up to earn goodwill.
"... Phew."
Feeling Yun Qianâs weak pulse, Zhu Pingniang took a deep breath.
Damn it.
Why am I so useless?
Although she had long confirmed from Li Zhibai that she was indeed a lustful woman, this was the first time she felt such an emotional stirring for a woman like Li Zhibai.
As a hand-fetishist, Zhu Pingniang had to restrain herself, holding back her urge to move her fingers from Yun Qianâs wrist downward.
However, Zhu Pingniang was also aware that her affection was merely a pursuit of beauty, not the kind of lust between men and women.
Who wouldnât like a girl like Yun Qian?
Encountering such a beautiful girl and wanting to get close to her, exchange a few words, is a perfectly normal thing.
Although Zhu Pingniang also liked Xu Changâan, he is, after all, a man and already married, so there are things she must avoid suspicion of.
But Yun Qian and she are both women...
No need to avoid suspicion.
At this moment, Zhu Pingniang was like a little girl who encountered a pretty doll, eager to hold Yun Qian and play with her, yet she had to maintain the dignity and elegance of a Senior, feeling extremely conflicted.
Of course, one canât just take advantage; one still needs to do the right business, otherwise this world of two wonât be peaceful.
With these thoughts, Zhu Pingniang felt the True Qi flowing through Yun Qianâs slender meridians.
Soon, Zhu Pingniangâs desire for beauty turned into a faint sadness...
This girlâs constitution... is terribly weak.
No wonder Yun Qian didnât like going out; the feeling of having to stop and catch her breath after walking a few steps must be quite unpleasant.
"Ms. Yun, your body is too frail." Zhu Pingniang looked at Yun Qian with pity, not knowing how much suffering the girl had endured to reach this age, and resisted the urge to take out a Golden Core from her bosom, saying softly, "It must be painful..."
Being looked at like this by Zhu Pingniang, Yun Qian blinked and said, "Being a bit frail isnât necessarily a bad thing."
"How is that possible." Zhu Pingniang immediately stood up, realizing her rudeness, she sat back down and shook her head, saying, "How can it be good... but rest assured, Ms. Yun, cultivation will end these bitter days once and for all."
With a weakened spirit and body, delicate as a willow bent by the wind.
If a cultivator like Zhu Pingniang were to experience Yun Qianâs current physical state, she might feel like she was imprisoned every moment.
Listening to Zhu Pingniang speak to herself, Yun Qian glanced out the window, indifferent.
Zhu Pingniang: "...?"
Seeing Yun Qianâs expression, Zhu Pingniang suddenly widened her eyes slightly: "Ms. Yun, you donât really think this is quite good, do you?"
She asked, and Yun Qian replied.
"Itâs quite good."
"Why?" Zhu Pingniang wanted to understand Yun Qian but couldnât grasp what she was thinking.
Has she grown accustomed to pain?
"Being a bit frail allows him to take more care of me." Yun Qian recalled something pleasant, her lips curled up.
Being cared for by her husband, why wouldnât she like it?
"..."
Listening to Yun Qianâs earnest tone, seeing the happiness written on her face, Zhu Pingniangâs thoughts fell into chaos and silence.
She could naturally see that Yun Qian was serious.
She genuinely felt that being a bit frail wasnât entirely bad...
No.
She even thought it was quite... joyful?
"Ah..." Zhu Pingniang opened her mouth to say something but fell into silence after uttering a syllable.
Ah, so thatâs it.
If sheâs frail, Xu Changâan can take more care of her?
Just for this simple reason?
This Ms. Yun... is she alright?
What potion has Changâan given her...
Once again, struck with love-filled words by Yun Qian, Zhu Pingniang was left in a daze.
After a while, Zhu Pingniang snapped back to reality.
She looked at the exceedingly beautiful woman in front of her, sensing vaguely that Yun Qian... was an unusual woman.
Her affection for Changâan turned out to be such a weighty thing?
Struck by the realization a second time, Zhu Pingniang no longer felt that kind of envy, for she perceived the weight, a subtlety unique to her being a woman.
"Isnât it true that if your body gets better, Changâan wonât care about you anymore?" Zhu Pingniang asked, and then answered herself: "Thatâs impossible; even if your body gets better, he will definitely take good care of you, so... Ms. Yun, donât think of frailness as a good thing."
For once, she fulfilled the role of an elder sister.
In Zhu Pingniangâs view, Yun Qianâs self-destructive mindset was unacceptable and wrong.
"If my body gets better..." Yun Qian shook her head lightly, not angry, yet neither did she continue to explain.
If her body was normal, Xu Changâan certainly wouldnât care for her anymore.
Such things were beyond Zhu Pingniangâs comprehension.
Naturally, Zhu Pingniang discerned Yun Qianâs meaning, shaking her head lightly.
Now, Zhu Pingniang also discovered that talking about Xu Changâan when speaking with Yun Qian was indeed very useful, thus she switched perspectives.
"Ms. Yun, do you know why Changâan expends so much effort wanting you to cultivate?" Zhu Pingniang said thoughtfully, "Isnât it to wish you a healthy body? So a girl shouldnât think frailty is a good thing."
Indeed, once the topic shifted to Xu Changâan, Yun Qianâs interest visibly heightened, she nodded and said, "I know he wants me to be better, so... I will cultivate seriously."
"Eh?" Zhu Pingniang blinked, she suddenly said, "So, Ms. Yun, are you not interested in cultivation? Only because Changâan wants you to cultivate, thatâs why you cultivate?"
"Mm."
"... Itâs fine."
Seeing Yun Qianâs expressionless gaze, Zhu Pingniang became increasingly puzzled.
Yun Qianâs face remained unchanged.
Her husband instructed her to get along well with Zhu Pingniang, so she would comply.
Moreover, Zhu Pingniang was also Xu Changâanâs "connection," so there was nothing she couldnât share.
Zhu Pingniang came back to her senses.
She believed everyone has their own lifeâs meaning, and she had nothing to say about Yun Qianâs thoughts. However, considering herself as Changâanâs "elder sister," she thought that Yun Qianâs "self-abusing" mindset was unacceptable, harming not only herself but also causing concern for Xu Changâan.
However, she temporarily abandoned the idea of continuing with this topic, as there would be plenty of opportunities to help Yun Qian correct such negative thoughts without becoming annoying with lectures.
Too much is as bad as too little.
But surprisingly, as Zhu Pingniang stopped lecturing, Yun Qian allowed her thoughts to wander and whispered.
"Thinking frailty is good was a past thought; now I wonât think that way, cultivation is indeed necessary."
"... Ah?"
Zhu Pingniang was momentarily stunned, although Yun Qianâs happiness during her talk of frailty wasnât fake, she was delighted to nod now.
"Exactly, exactly, Ms. Yun thinking like this is right, cultivation is evidently necessary."
After speaking, Zhu Pingniang was somewhat baffled.
Now, she had somewhat understood Yun Qian.
This sister was indifferent even to cultivation, so whatâs prompting her to find cultivation good now?
It must be because of Changâan.
At this moment, Zhu Pingniang fancied herself fully comprehending Yun Qian.
"Is it because... after cultivation, you can extend your lifespan and be with Changâan as husband and wife for a thousand years?" Zhu Pingniang laughed.
"?"
Unexpectedly, Yun Qian looked at her strangely and then shook her head.
"Not?" Zhu Pingniang widened her eyes slightly.
"No."
"Then why do you want to cultivate?" Zhu Pingniang was baffled: "Didnât you think frailty was good?"
"Want to have children."
"..."