Chapter 973 - 537: Azure Is the Color of Frosty Heaven (Double-Length)

"You only need to know..." Ah Qing pointed to herself: "The one on stage today is Ah Qing."

She said this.

Huang’Er keenly sensed a slight oddity in her tone, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint what felt off... After thinking for a while, it seemed perhaps it was because Ah Qing referred to herself as "Ah Qing," giving her a bizarre feeling of tidying up.

Why would Ms. Qing emphasize... the name Ah Qing?

Most people would simply say, "You only need to know I’m the one on stage today," right?

No.

These actually were not the issues.

The main thing was, Huang’Er noticed a somewhat odd smile at the corner of Ah Qing’s mouth, and she clearly observed that Ah Qing was blinking more frequently than usual.

"Sister, you’re acting strange." Huang’Er bluntly asked: "Is there something you are hiding from me, Sister?"

"Is there?" Ah Qing asked.

"Mmm." Huang’Er nodded, then added: "Perhaps it’s my issue."

It could also be that Ms. Qing was nearing her entrance, nervous and therefore seemed strange.

After all, she couldn’t imagine what there is to conceal about a name.

Her sister Ms. Qing wasn’t a person who cared about impressions, so even if her name was as disgraceful as Steward Lu’s, she wouldn’t hide it.

It could only be understood that Ms. Qing, having been a Half-Demon previously, had aspects about her name she didn’t want to recall, or perhaps... she simply didn’t have a name.

Half-Demons not having names, only self-assigned codes, would be quite normal.

"Sister, I won’t ask anymore."

Realizing this, Huang’Er looked at her sister before her with a pang of sorrow, approached her from behind, and gently hugged her, pressing her little face against Ah Qing’s waist: "I really like the name Ah Qing."

"...?"

Ah Qing lowered her head, looking at the little girl holding onto her, head tilted.

This lass... what has she imagined?

She coughed lightly: "It’s not something disgraceful, you see... My eyes are green, so... it’s quite reasonable for my name to be Ah Qing."

"...?" Like Ah Qing, Huang’Er tilted her head, a question mark floating above.

"Qing?"

Though she hadn’t studied for many years, she knows green and cyan are different colors.

Huang’Er rubbed her face against Ah Qing’s waist and whispered: "Sister, your eyes are light green, but Qing shouldn’t be the color of Frosty Heaven."

"..."

Hearing this, Ah Qing suddenly froze.

"Ms. Qing?" Sensing Ah Qing somewhat stiffening, Huang’Er released her grip.

"It’s nothing." Ah Qing realized, smiled: "You shouldn’t say that, I haven’t studied, Qing is just green... Besides, in ancient times, Qing was black too, don’t fuss over it."

She added:

"Let’s say it differently." Ah Qing pointed at her eyes, seeming as if they held lotus flowers: "I am of Cyan Snake blood, so calling myself Ah Qing is quite reasonable, right?"

"Mmm." Huang’Er nodded vigorously.

This time it was truly very reasonable.

She pursed her lips.

Reasonable, but not very pleasing.

A Half-Demon’s name isn’t necessarily good; naming oneself like this is akin to constantly reminding Ms. Qing she doesn’t belong... Therefore, maybe after joining the Flower Moon Building, Ms. Qing needs a new name?

No, no need.

Huang’Er thought if it changed, wouldn’t their duo, often teased by Auntie for being mismatched, disappear?

"Ms. Qing." Huang’Er took a deep breath, walked over to Ah Qing, tiptoed and tried to stand eye to eye with her: "I think, Ah Qing’s Qing isn’t that of Cyan Snake."

"Then what is it?" Ah Qing looked unexpectedly at the girl before her.

Huang’Er clenched her small fists and declared firmly: "It’s Qingyi’s Qing."

She was certain her sister would be a fine Qingyi in the future.

When others mention Ah Qing, they won’t think of her as merely Cyan Snake blood; her Ms. Qing is the finest Qingyi there is.

Ah Qing: "..."

She looked at the girl before her, feeling a slight soft spot in her heart being lightly touched.

Indeed, Sect Leader’s past conceit was really shallow, disgraceful, and arrogant.

She isn’t an Immortal at all, just someone who can be moved and who likes men... the most ordinary, mediocre woman.

"Alright, I’ll listen to you." Ah Qing’s tone was gentle, then she reached out and lightly pressed Huang’Er’s shoulders, bringing her back down to earth from tiptoeing up without reaching Ah Qing’s neck.

"Ni Zi, you did say something true." Ah Qing smiled at her.

"Eh?" Huang’Er, blushing, asked in confusion: "What is it?"

Ah Qing looked out the window, silent for a moment before speaking softly:

"Qing, is indeed the color of Frosty Heaven."

Indeed.

Cyan is the sky’s color.

Whether it’s the present ’cyan,’ emerging from blue.

Or the ancient ’dark’ cyan.

All represent Frosty Heaven.

But the sky is cyan, never green, thus it doesn’t belong to her.

"Ms. Qing, I don’t understand." Huang’Er sensed there was more to Ah Qing’s words, but she was overwhelmed, only showing her frustration on her face.

Why hadn’t she studied a few more years, now not even understanding what her sister says?

"If you don’t understand, then you don’t." Ah Qing actively pulled the girl into her embrace, gently laughing as the girl’s pretty face turned red: "It’s nothing important anyway."