Fortunately, our Miss Yun is not someone who would be panicked by such trivial matters.
"Miss..." Xu Changâan gently called out, his voice slowly dissipating in the thunder outside the window.
Miss Yun is very cute.
Now, whenever Xu Changâan thinks about Yun Qian asking for a hug earlier, he canât help but feel happy, and his worries about Yun Qianâs talent are greatly diminished.
I wonder... did Yun Qian see his anxiety and comfort him with a hug?
In any case, he was indeed comforted.
"Talent..."
Xu Changâan was silent for a while, realizing he made a mistake, and put down the knife, washing his fingers clean, feeling somewhat apologetic as he looked at the sky.
Underestimating the thunder tribulation was his mistake.
Considering Yun Qianâs talent... Whether she can cultivate to transcend tribulation is still uncertain.
Even if she can, can she do it safely?
Somehow, given Yun Qianâs gentle appearance, if thunder tribulation were to strike...
"Hmm, I worry, but... I hope Miss has the talent to cultivate to the point of transcending tribulation." Xu Changâan sighed softly and continued with his work.
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Yun Qian: "..."
Some sounds accompanied by the wind and thunder softly reached Yun Qianâs ears, making her bow her head even lower.
If possible, she wished her husband wouldnât see the tribulation thunder and then think of her.
Hasnât it been said that the celestial tribulation has nothing to do with Miss Yun...
Thinking of this, Yun Qian showed a bit of distress.
She wanted it to be unrelated, but Xu Changâan didnât seem to think so; now Xu Changâan not only had Miss Guan Yunâs matter related to the celestial tribulation, but he even seemed to imagine her being struck by lightning someday?
It might sound strange, but thatâs generally the idea; wanting her to transcend tribulation is wanting her to be struck by lightning?
"..." Yun Qian furrowed her Liu Mei, her knuckles turning white.
"Ah... Madam."
At this moment, Miss Lu moved a chair beside Yun Qian and gently held her hand, prying open Yun Qianâs tense fingers and wrapping them in her palm.
"Itâs just some thunder, Miss Yun, donât be afraid, itâs nothing to worry about." Miss Lu kindly reassured Yun Qian.
She believed Yun Qian was frightened by the thunder.
After all, Yun Qianâs behavior seemed like fear of heavenly thunder.
"When I was young, I was very afraid of thunder too, but... back then, Ms. Zhu told me itâs really nothing to be scared of." Miss Lu said softly, "As long as you have a clear conscience and aim to do no evil, the thunder wonât strike us no matter what..."
"Wonât strike me." Yun Qian lifted her head.
"Hmm." Miss Lu said confidently, "So, thereâs no need to be afraid."
After all, Miss Yun is the kindest of girls, right?
"I see." Yun Qian shook her head slightly.
Miss Lu: "?"
Whatâs going on?
Why does Miss Yun seem even more... dejected after my consolation?
Hmm?
Why dejected, not scared?
Could it be Yun Qian isnât afraid of thunder?
But if sheâs not scared, why is she in a bad mood?
Miss Lu squinted slightly, and then seemed to think of something, cautiously saying, "Miss Yun... no, Madam Xu... Madam, do you... want the Young Master to comfort you?"
Perhaps a girl despises thunderstorms, and Xu Changâan used to comfort her, but now being comforted by an outside woman would naturally be disappointing.
"...?"
Facing Yun Qianâs somewhat confused gaze, Miss Lu laughed in relief and said teasingly, "So thatâs not it, I thought... Madam disliked me."
"I donât dislike you." Yun Qian glanced at her, speaking in a statement-like tone, "I like you."
Miss Luâs face turned red.
She covered her flushed cheeks, "Then... why is the Miss unhappy... can you share it with me?"
Yun Qian nodded and looked outside the window, speaking slowly.
"Hoping for Heavenly Daoâs favor is already an impossible thing for me... Let alone transcending tribulation... is even more impossible, which will surely disappoint him."
Yun Qian is very aware that if Heavenly Dao cannot favor her, then lightning allowing her to transcend tribulation...
Is an impossible thing.
In some sense, regardless of Yun Qianâs willingness, her husbandâs system canât allow her to transcend tribulation; itâs the disparity between Frosty Heaven and dust, a thought alone suffices to obliterate it from the root.
Unrelated to Yun Qianâs will.
Tribulation thunder will never strike her.
Just if one doesnât wish this world to turn into void, such a thing wonât happen.
"Miss Yun, what are you saying... I... I donât understand." Miss Lu looked bewildered.
"Itâs fine if you donât understand." Yun Qian pondered.
Actually, making her transcend tribulation isnât impossible... As long as the person managing the thunder tribulation becomes her husband.
If it were Xu Changâan rendering the tribulation thunder, then however he chooses to strike will be fine, any tribulation thunder he deems fit wonât pose any problem.
But itâs only limited to the thunder tribulation brought down by her husband.
But... would her husband be willing to become Heavenly Dao?
Impossible.
Yun Qian knows this is true.
Moreover, if Xu Changâan grows to control heavenly thunder while the girl named Yun Qian is merely beginning to cultivate to transcend tribulation... her talent would certainly appear poor to her husband, and by then, the disappointments have long spewed out.
Selecting disgrace in tribulation thunder, Yun Qian knows sheâs destined to disappoint her husband.
Not only that, if she canât transcend tribulation, then in cultivation talent... would surely be poor.
After all, according to Yun Qianâs understanding, a girl who cannot cultivate to transcend tribulation, no matter how talented, wonât be noteworthy...
But she doesnât feel anything wrong about it.
"...?" Miss Lu popped another question mark.
Because she sensed Yun Qianâs previously gloomy mood suddenly lifted, as if she recalled something joyous, dispelling the clouds completely.
"Madam, are you... thinking of something pleasant?" Miss Lu couldnât help but sigh; Yun Qianâs complexion really changes like a girlâs face, so fickle.
"Nothing, itâs just that, for me, itâs already enough."
Yun Qian thinks as long as she cultivates enough to reach the phase before transcending tribulation, itâs sufficient, because... such a Miss Yun can comfortably enjoy her husbandâs protection.
Sheâs willing to remain somewhat weak, just to be looked after by him.
So, after confirming she canât transcend tribulation, Yun Qian doesnât view it as something worthy of unhappiness...
"...No understanding." Miss Lu remained bewildered.
"I cultivate just for my body to be a bit better." Yun Qian sipped a little tea, speaking softly, "So itâs enough."
She just wants to cultivate for long enough...
Therefore, Yun Qian only needs to be able to cultivate, thereâs entirely no necessity to reach the level of transcending tribulation.
Yes.
Just like this.
Once everything seemed clear to Yun Qian, she no longer cared about such trivial matters, turning her gaze toward this girl who despite understanding nothing, earnestly seeks comprehension, showing gentle eyes.
"Madam... donât look at me like that." Miss Lu pretended to be shy, bashfully lowering her head, but inside... she was already jubilant.
Yes, just like this.
A qualified maid does like this, even if she understands nothing, staying quietly listening, giving Yun Qian someone to converse with is enough.
This way, gradually... she could let Yun Qian grow used to having her presence.
Then...
She could have the opportunity to become Yun Qianâs maid.
Yes, in Miss Luâs heart, this is the âstrategyâ for letting Yun Qian adapt to having a maid by her side, and evidently, her strategy is undoubtedly successful.
Keep working hard.
To be a good maid.
Miss Lu thought so, walking over to gently shut the window, shielding away the thunderstorm that persistently distracted Yun Qian, taking Yun Qianâs hand, and steering the topic toward the Young Master.
The atmosphere was nice.
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