But there are others who will care.
For example, Ah Qing and Shi Qingjun.
They were the first to notice the anomaly in Miss Lu.
It was inevitable. To the two who have touched the Qiankun Realm, the intense favor surrounding Miss Lu had reached a level that pierced the heavens, akin to them being able to observe stars and defy destiny. The fortune surrounding Miss Lu was nearly flowing like a torrent.
"..." Ah Qingâs eye twitched slightly, lowering her head, she said to HuangâEr beside her, "Steward Lu... is truly an extraordinary person."
"Thatâs right, Steward Lu is indeed a remarkable person." HuangâEr nodded vigorously.
"...Forget it."
Ah Qing thought to herself it has nothing to do with her; the sudden descent of favor could only quickly transform Miss Luâs physique, making her a bit luckier, nothing more.
Lowered her gaze.
Ah Qing now has many troubles too, and is no longer surprised by strange occurrences.
After all, when faced with incomprehensible matters, attributing them to Young Master Xu is always correct.
This Miss Lu being able to attend the family banquet on stage must be someone Xu Changâan recognizes.
Yet to this day Ah Qing doesnât know Steward Luâs name, which is a taboo within Flower Moon Building, unknown to anyone.
She simply pretended not to see.
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Shi Qingjun watched Miss Lu from afar with surprise.
In Shi Qingjunâs eyes, having traveled further away, she saw another scene. This sudden appearance of Heavenâs Favor seemed to proclaim Miss Lu as the protagonist of an era of great contention.
If she were the person she was before meeting Xu Changâan, upon seeing the rich âDaoâ aura on Miss Lu, she would definitely eagerly want to take her as a disciple.
But now.
She no longer cared about Dao Rhyme, let alone a Heavenly Favored.
Just puzzled.
Why would such a thing occur?
That girl, is she Tong Junâs maid... or is it related to Xu Changâan again?
At this time, because Shi Qingjun was staring at Miss Lu, the women around her noticed and said, "Sister Shi, this is Steward Lu from our Flower Moon Building, isnât she listening well? Sheâs a girl raised by Pingniang, naturally different from us."
"Steward Lu?" Shi Qingjun nodded and then asked, "Whatâs her name?"
This question immediately froze the surrounding atmosphere.
The women glanced at each other, none spoke, except one who bravely whispered, "We all donât know Steward Luâs name, so sister asked, we donât know either."
"No name?" Shi Qingjun pondered.
At her level, indeed no one knew her as âShi Qingjunâ.
"Not at all, just that we donât know, and dare not ask." A woman lowered her voice, "Sister Shi, donât be curious, if you make the steward unhappy, weâll be punished."
"Hmm." Shi Qingjun nodded; she just asked casually.
Miss Lu being Tong Junâs maid will never leave, anything odd about her can be slowly observed, no hurry.
Seeing Shi Qingjun no longer curious, the women exhaled in relief.
Who dares to ask Steward Luâs name?
Everyday everyone calls her Steward Lu, those privileged call her Ms. Lu; as for her name... itâs the biggest taboo in Flower Moon Building, worse than peeking at Pingniang bathing.
Dare not ask.
As for the willingness... girls are speculate-able.
Nothing more than an unpleasant name, after all, Zhu Pingniangâs naming skills are known, so regarding this bad luck topic, itâs tacitly understood.
"By the way, Qinglian, earlier the aunt brought you before Steward Lu, what did they ask you?" Suddenly someone grabbed a nearby melon-eating girl by the hand.
"Eh?" The melon-eating girl, stunned for a moment, seeing Sister Shi who was unbelievably pretty also looking over, blushed and said, "Aunt asked... if Iâm lonely."
"?"
"...?"
"???"
In an instant, the women present were confused.
Whatâs going on, they couldnât understand it.
"Lonely?" Shi Qingjun glanced at the watermelon in the melon-eating girlâs hand, picked a piece herself, and eating it thought she indeed wanted to have someone to talk to; is that loneliness?
Hmm.
Caring for the empty-nest sect leader.
"Yes, aunt is definitely testing her." The women who recovered stated confidently, "Didnât aunt just spend silver hiring a scholar from the academy for this girl?"
"Makes sense."
"Indeed, Qinglian, how did you reply? Donât let the aunt feel like the silver spent sending you to school was wasted."
"..." The melon-eating girl blinked, "I said I was fine."
"...Thatâs a negative score answer."
"Exactly."
"Go back and say it again."
At this moment, a few women huddled together, whispering among themselves, then with Shi Qingjunâs calm gaze, came up with a cultured response.
"Girl, go back and tell the steward, no, tell aunt this." The elegant Hua Shang whispered beside the melon-eating girl, "Just say... taking apart the word âlonelyâ, there are girls, fruits, beasts, and mosquitoes, enough to prop up the street corner of a summer evening."
Girl: "...?"
At this moment, another woman chimed in.
"On a summer evening, watching the flies buzzing in the air, the Li Hua cat jumping on the eaves, holding a half-eaten watermelon, suddenly feeling as if half a lifetime has passed, yet also like only half a minute... this is the feeling of loneliness."
Their schooling is not in vain.
Melon-eating girl: "..."
The girl looked at the half-eaten watermelon in her hand, then at Shi Qingjunâs rarely-seen dazed expression beside her, and it seemed like this wasnât the case.
The melon tasted good, how did it make her lonely?
Yet the women didnât give her time to react, they urged the melon-eating girl to go back and give the answer again.
After all, if they let aunt think this girl wasted her education, they too would be in trouble.
Shi Qingjun watched the girl, bewildered, walking toward Miss Lu, a slight smile unnoticed by herself appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She suddenly realized these women here were interesting people.
The watermelon tasted nice too.
But... lonely?
She had walked alone all along, yet the past Shi Qingjunâs eyes couldnât see the buzzing flies in the air, couldnât see the Li Hua from the mortal world jumping onto the eaves, never tasted any fruits.
Thus, in the past she didnât know the taste of loneliness.
Now, however, she understands a bit.
Shi Qingjun finished the piece of watermelon cleanly, wiped her mouth, then another woman handed her a piece, seemingly aware she could eat a lot.
Taking the watermelon, Shi Qingjun suddenly changed her mind.
Originally, she came because Xu Changâan was here, just to have a look.
But now, it seemed she could visit often, there are countless reasons, besides Zhu Tongjun, the earlier seemingly Heavenly Favored Miss Lu is simply a perfect excuse.
Additionally, Yun Qian and Xu Changâan were originally from Beisang City before ascending Chaoyun.
"Sister, do you like it here?" A woman appropriately asked Shi Qingjun, "If you like it, come often to play."
"Hmm." Shi Qingjun nodded.
At this moment, something quite strange happenedâImmortal Chaoyun, after who knows how many years, spoke of having something she liked for the first time.
"Really should come often to play later. Sister Shi, youâre so generous, you must come support our sistersâ business." A mischievous woman laughed.
"You only care about silver." Immediately some girls teased, and the two began playfully arguing.
Shi Qingjun withdrew her gaze, watching from afar as the melon-eating girl blushing talked to her aunt.
And Miss Lu and the aunt hearing the girlâs literate words laughed heartily.
Her clear eyes rippled.
"Sister Shi, donât listen to their nonsense, next time you visit, Iâll have the sisters arrange a good show." A woman apologized to Shi Qingjun, "Just that, here our actors lack a Qingyi, so sister, donât be disappointed."
Shi Qingjun responded.
Sheâll occasionally come listen to the girlsâ plays here, munching on some sweets and preserves.
At this moment.
Immortal Chaoyun.
Lord of Qingzhou.
Qingzhouâs biggest homebody... suddenly wanted to become a regular at Flower Moon Building.