Zhu Pingniang closed her eyes, lost in thought.
Why not sleep for a while?
Although Zhu Tongjun doesnât dream, she is after all Zhu Pingniang.
Whatâs wrong with Zhu Pingniang having a dream?
Yet, in the end, she didnât go to sleep; instead, she hugged her legs, curling herself up on the chair. The long black skirt pressed down on her originally silky smooth hair, leaving her in a disheveled state.
But at the moment, with her mind full of thoughts about how Li Zhibai abandoned her, what need did Zhu Pingniang have for the image of a master?
Besides, she never had such a thing to begin with.
At this moment, because of her curled-up position, Zhu Pingniangâs figure became particularly prominent.
It must be said that Zhu Tongjun was indeed a rare beauty; otherwise, she wouldnât have so many admirers.
And this kind of beauty, even when behaving nonchalantly, still possessed a unique charm, enhanced by her looks.
Actually, she wasnât truly a "Princess Taiping," it was just that the women around her had such great figures.
In her state of despondency, Zhu Pingniang suddenly thought... maybe there was something not so good about ascension.
Then, in front of Zhu Pingniang, a more mystical Dao Rhyme gradually appeared, so mysterious that even if she was entirely wrapped in it, she wouldnât notice.
As one, then two Dao Rhymes appeared, very soon... Zhu Pingniang was enveloped within them.
If Shi Qingjun collected ordinary Dao Rhymes,
then what surrounded Zhu Pingniang now was truly the supreme principle of Heaven and Earth.
The qualitative difference between them is significant; the former may be glimpsed through cultivation but yields little growth,
while for the latter, it is a supreme treasure even for immortals who have ascended, and such a treasure... was almost touching Zhu Pingniangâs face.
Hmm.
She was slightly stimulated, and without any attachment, she almost ascended.
After all, for such a big trouble like her, if she wanted to ascend, the Heavenly Dao would be more than willing to send her on her way, with a special guarantee, a direct guarantee.
Just look at what this girl is doing now.
Jealous of Yun Qian?
Just ascend already.
Even though the Immortal Realm has been shattered, it has now been partially restored, enough for Zhu Pingniang to live in.
"..."
Yun Qian simply watched quietly, not intending to interrupt this time.
Because what was happening was different from the previous insights she or her husband had penned down, so she had no reason to intervene.
And then...
Yun Qian tilted her head, thinking that her husbandâs system wasnât very smart in trying to take her away.
After all, Miss Zhu was her husbandâs destiny, and unless he ascended first, how could she escape?
ââ
Why did it end up like this?
Zhu Pingniangâs eyes gradually regained a bit of life, as she emerged from her state of having no desires.
Ascension failed.
What she called her despondency was only a temporary state due to being overwhelmed by information; it wasnât as if sheâd genuinely become foolish, and she could recover.
So the Dao Rhyme surrounding her unfortunately began to fade away, seemingly disappointed that it couldnât take away a troublemaker.
As the Dao Rhyme dispersed, her true appearance was revealed.
Yun Qian took a small sip from her teacup, having already expected this outcome.
Meanwhile, Zhu Pingniangâs heart was filled with bitterness.
Having broken down, she finally emerged from the turmoil within her mind, and the first emotion she felt was jealousy.
Jealousy?
Thatâs an understatement.
The feeling was like a vat of ancient vinegar, aged for a thousand years, where it had thickened, even petrified to the point of cracking, and she was now forced to taste it.
Bitterness, sourness... a mix of various flavors.
To summarize with two wordsâit felt deadly.
Sheâd rather die than taste that again.
"Ms. Yun..." Zhu Pingniang looked at Yun Qian with a complicated expression.
"Mm." Yun Qian responded, holding her teacup.
"Nothing... nothing." Zhu Pingniang blushed and lowered her head.
She knew she shouldnât be jealous, because the girl in front of her wasnât just anyone; she was Yun Qian.
Luckily, it was Yun Qian, thank goodness...
If it were anyone else, like those who liked Li Zhibai, her rivals in love...
Zhu Pingniang felt she would really go crazy now.
But Yun Qian wouldnât, she truly made people feel at ease.
At this moment, Zhu Pingniang, like someone drowning grasping at a straw, instantly felt an overwhelming affection for Yun Qian...
It was like a husband discovering his wife spent the night with a stranger, only to find out it wasnât a man but a woman dressed like a man.
Salvation in desperation, nothing could be greater.
Looking at Ms. Yunâs personality, she knew there was no reason to be jealous of Yun Qian.
After all, from her words, it was clear that Li Zhibai was the one eager to interact with Yun Qian, while Yun Qian was merely passively accepting.
But Zhu Pingniangâs breakdown was real too.
However, she knew she couldnât blame Yun Qian.
Then blame Li Zhibai?
How to blame her?
Now, like an earth-bound spirit, she could only stay in Beisang City, and Li Zhibai couldnât come to see her. How could she blame her, by writing angry letters?
She knew Li Zhibai would like Yun Qian; she just didnât expect her to like her this much.
What made Zhu Pingniang most angry was that she actually felt a bit happy for Li Zhibai.
Yun Qian might not understand, but Zhu Pingniang knew Li Zhibai best. At this moment, she was clearly breaking free from the influence of the nearing Qiankun Realm, thanks to Yun Qianâs help.
In fact, as Li Zhibai got closer to the Qiankun Realm, her emotions were gradually fading away.
But now, the Sect Leader had changed, and Li Zhibai had rediscovered her youthful heart, even willing to experience it again. It was something to be happy about, no matter how you thought about it.
But how could she be happy!!!!
That was the person in her heart!
Why wasnât it her by Ah Baiâs side when she found her youthful heart again?
She also wanted to see Ah Bai in a little dress, to have a cup of Jade Dew Wine with her after her bath.
She also wanted Li Zhibai to do her makeup...
But these...
were all with Ms. Yun...
At this moment, Zhu Pingniang was a bit angry.
Angry at Yun Qian.
Why did it have to be Ms. Yun?
In Yun Qianâs eyes, it certainly wouldnât seem like Ah Bai had any charm at that time. Wasnât it like letting her Ah Bai throw flirty glances at a blind person?
Zhu Pingniang suddenly felt conflicted. On one hand, she felt at ease because it was Yun Qian; on the other hand, she felt it was a pity.
If only she had seen Ah Bai like that... she would have painted it to admire day and night.
But Yun Qian... probably just treated it like another meal. If she were to ask Li Zhibai the style of the little dress now, Yun Qian probably wouldnât even remember.
It would have been better if a rival had seen it.
Because even if Li Zhibaiâs special moment was seen by a rival, she would still feel jealous, but at least she would have a target to vent at, and the rival could also appreciate Ah Baiâs transformation.
But of all people, it was Yun Qian.
Yun Qian clearly wouldnât have her heart moved for Li Zhibai, so amidst each wave of jealousy in Zhu Pingniangâs heart, a lot of... frustration crept in.
Stuffiness.
Even breathing became more labored, for fear that she might suffocate with just one wrong breath.
Withdrawn.
At this point, Zhu Pingniang couldnât escape her breakdown, thinking quietly while curled up on the chair, pondering how she could accept this.
Knowing she shouldnât be jealous was one thing, but if it werenât for Yun Qian, such a thing wouldnât have happened, which was also true.
If not for Yun Qian, her Ah Bai would still be the âmaiden waiting for her to pursue, who hadnât yet donned a little dress for others to see.
Now, she was no longer "pure."
Zhu Pingniang looked towards Yun Qian, her emotions gradually becoming chaotic.
It was... it was all this Ms. Yunâs doing...
In Zhu Pingniangâs gaze, something unsettling spread like mist, amplifying at an alarming rate.
Silently, Zhu Pingniang activated her Pupil Technique, the Light of Yin and Yang swirling in her eyes, as she stared intently at Yun Qian, noticing even the tiniest details of Yun Qianâs clothing.
External noises gradually faded away, leaving only Yun Qianâs faint breathing and heartbeat echoing in her ears.
A fearful sense of danger rose from Zhu Pingniangâs body.
She slowly released herself from her curled-up posture, stepping down from the chair, inching closer to Yun Qian, under Yun Qianâs calm gaze... she raised her hand.
Then she hugged Yun Qian tight.
"Itâs all your fault, little sister, why did you have to be so beautiful?"
"Itâs all your fault, looking like this, itâs no wonder Ah Bai likes you, even I canât resist..."
"But Iâm really so jealous."
"Ah Bai, she... why hasnât she told me anything, is she scared? Is she guilty? Otherwise, why wouldnât she tell me?"
Zhu Pingniang mumbled something in a whimper, entering another round of her breakdown.
Yun Qian: "..."
She felt Zhu Pingniangâs hand squeezing hers, blinking in surprise.
It seemed different from what her husband had said about her being unwilling to âbullyâ her anymore...
This Miss Zhu was even more aggressive now, as she was touching her hand.