The banquet hall was bustling with noise.
But on the stage, it was dead silent.
At this moment, Zhu Pingniangâs pretty face was as red as if it might drip blood, her dark eyes trembled, and for a moment, it was unclear whether she was excited or shy.
"...?" Yun Qian looked at Zhu Pingniangâs strong reaction, feeling a bit puzzled.
Whatâs wrong with her?
Did I say something wrong?
Discussing bedroom matters with others is naturally inappropriate, but as for Zhu Pingniang... in Yun Qianâs eyes, the karma line on Xu Changâan was so solid that she couldnât be considered an outsider.
So, since it was Zhu Pingniang who asked, she responded.
Thinking about it, Yun Qian felt she hadnât said anything wrong.
Her cultivation now wasnât simply following Xu Changâanâs words, but because she herself wanted to cultivate.
Being weak certainly had its advantages, but if she could get rid of the quarter-hour limit, allowing Xu Changâan to not hold back and be a little more wanton, she would naturally prefer that over the care that came with being weak.
A considerate and caring husband or an aggressive husband, which would she prefer?
For "Yun Qian", itâs the latter.
But back then, Yun Qian had no choice in her initial weakness, after all, who knew what Xu Changâan would be like in this life. What if he hadnât confessed to her?
What if he merely became a simple steward who didnât dare even to touch her hand?
If that were the case, then no matter how perfectly set her initial physical state was, if Xu Changâan didnât dare to touch her, what use would her physical strength be?
After all, she couldnât share a bed with Xu Changâan from the start, so before becoming husband and wife, such strength was completely useless to her.
Back then, of course, Yun Qian would only feel that being weaker was better, after all, with her poor health, Xu Changâan would take care of her every day.
But now that she can share the bed, weakness couldnât compare to... those other things.
But the fact that her body was weak was already etched in Xu Changâanâs mind, it couldnât be changed casually, so... she had to rely on cultivation.
So thatâs why she needed Zhu Pingniang?
Yun Qian blinked, tilting her head to look at the still shaken Zhu Pingniang.
"Whatâs wrong with you?" Yun Qian asked, puzzled, casting a glance at her.
At this time, Zhu Pingniang finally came back to her senses, her face about to drip blood, her eyes darting around, but her voice was loud: "Ms. Yun, you, you, you, what are you saying!"
"Didnât you hear clearly?" Yun Qian smiled softly.
Sure enough, just like her husband, even when clearly heard, they liked to hear it again.
Yun Qian looked gently at Zhu Pingniang and was about to repeat it again.
"I was saying... at night..."
"Alright, donât say it." Zhu Pingniang covered her face, stopping Yun Qian from continuing, her head full of confusion and flushed with embarrassment as she sat down unable to speak for a while.
She felt like her head was going to explode.
What on earth was Yun Qian even talking about with her.
Wasnât she supposed to be the ice-cold beauty, not very talkative, and as serene as a fairy?
How could she start talking about wanting children, saying she had no strength... if things didnât work out at night...
Is this something she should even be saying?
At this moment, the pure and pristine image of Yun Qian in Zhu Pingniangâs heart was shattered.
Yun Qian wouldnât be annoyed at whatever Zhu Pingniang thought; she just quietly asked, "What I said just now, was it strange?"
"Of course, it was..." Zhu Pingniang said, suddenly pausing.
Was it strange?
It didnât seem strange at all?
In the Flower Moon Building, although the girls didnât discuss these things every day in private, they were just ordinary idle talk.
This is a brothel, after all.
And she is the madam of the brothel.
Moreover, at worst, she was also a "remnant" of the Hehuan Sect, with more than seven or eight copies of the Upper Three Grades Yin Yang Dual Flow Technique in her hands... Why was she acting so incredulous just now, with her mind full of disbelief, all because of Yun Qianâs celestial-like face talking to her about those coupleâs nightly matters.
At this moment, Zhu Pingniang, looking at Yun Qianâs calm face, started to doubt life.
Could it be...
That the strange one isnât her, but herself?
Was she the one making a fuss over nothing?
"What do you want to say?" Yun Qian asked.
"Donât look at me..." Zhu Pingniang instantly fell onto the table, burying her face in her arms.
Yun Qian: "..."
At this moment, Zhu Pingniang hadnât thought clearly, and Yun Qianâs sudden gaze shattered her logic, she stammered, "Ms. Yun... let me... let me calm down a bit."
At this moment, Zhu Pingniangâs mind was full of Yun Qian looking at her.
Her guilty and inexplicable sense of shame swelled within Zhu Pingniang, allowing her to surprisingly find a sense of girlishness that hadnât appeared in her for a long time.
Where was the mature, alluring woman seen in front of Xu Changâan? She was clearly just a pure little white flower.
This Ms. Yun, what exactly is she thinking, how frustrating!
She thought she understood Yun Qian a bit, only to be thrown back to square one with just a few words.
She didnât understand Yun Qian at all, nor how this ice-like girl could speak of her bedchamber plans with a woman sheâd just met.
What does she mean by insufficient stamina, wanting to hold on a bit longer...
Wouldnât saying something like this make her seem insatiable?
Doesnât Ms. Yun worry that I might look at her with different eyes?