Wen Li wanted to say something, and Miss Lu understood it very well.
If she didnât like the zither, Liu Qingluo wouldnât have such exquisite zither skills as soon as she arrived.
If she didnât like it, she wouldnât have slept with the zither by her side for a long time initially.
Liking, disliking, and feeling inferior, thatâs the truth.
How could she not understand Qingluoâs insecurity?
Even though she hadnât really lost her purity, selling her art but not her body, walking this path, she would hate her body and hate the zither skills that please men, which is the most normal thing.
"Qingluoâs issues, thereâs really no need to worry much, Ms. Zhu has it all figured out, it will only get better," Miss Lu laughed.
"Hmm, thatâs right." After listening for a while, Zhu Pingniang looked at Yun Qian with some guilty conscience and said, "Ms. Yun, I made this decision on my own to have Changâan send back the zither Qingluo left behind... youâre not happy, right."
Yun Qian: "...?"
A question mark floated above her head.
Why ask her?
This is none of Miss Yunâs business.
As if seeing Yun Qianâs confusion, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.
Miss Lu certainly knew what Zhu Pingniang was feeling guilty about.
Come to think of it, this isnât something guilt can solve; why canât she, Ms. Zhu, be at ease with half measures?
Saying she wonât use Young Master Xu, and then turning around and using him to take care of Liu Qingluo...
Anyway, in Miss Luâs eyes, what her own sister is doing seems really unreliable, indeed, if she had Young Master Xu return Qingluoâs zither to her... then, in an instant, Qingluoâs negative emotions towards the guqin would be shattered. If Zhu Pingniang then had Xu Changâan say some good things about the Seven Strings... then reigniting Qingluoâs motivation is a certainty.
But then...
Isnât this unscrupulous?
Miss Yun is still here.
Is it really okay for her own sister to use Young Master Xuâs âappealâ like this?
She was relying on Miss Yunâs lack of jealousy, relying on that the young master adored her this sister, relying on Qingluo being content and not overthinking...
Humph.
In truth, now Miss Lu was beginning to think from Yun Qianâs perspective, so even if there wouldnât be any misunderstandings, as a maid, she still felt a bit aggrieved for her âmissâ.
Itâs exactly the case where the miss doesnât worry, but the maid does.
"Ms. Zhu, you really ought to feel guilty," Miss Lu lightly snorted.
"What does this have to do with you." Zhu Pingniang flushed red: "Iâm just worried about Qingluo... her mind is unstable, and she has Immortal Talent... itâs very dangerous, very dangerous, you know? If she could soothe her mind by playing the zither daily, it would be immensely beneficial to her, might even save her life... under such circumstances, whatâs wrong with me using Changâan a little."
Besides, she also apologized to Ms. Yun.
Moreover, she wouldnât hide it from Changâan, even if she told Changâan that she used him, Changâan wouldnât be angry or upset, right?
"...?"
Despite the confusion, Yun Qian was intrigued.
She did care about Liu Qingluo.
That girl is also like a cyan rattan, a clinging vine, just like her, someone who will have no space to survive once separated from what she depends on.
Itâs just... can playing the zither and cultivating save Liu Qingluoâs life?
No, itâs not like that.
"I like Liu Qingluo," Yun Qian suddenly said.
"Hmm, I know, you said so before," Zhu Pingniang breathed a sigh of relief, smiling: "Ms. Yun also likes Qingluo, so... for Qingluoâs sake, using Changâanâs standing a little, you also think itâs alright, right."
"I like her..." Yun Qian spoke seriously: "So she wonât die, thus thereâs no need to worry."
"..."
Yun Qianâs gentle tone, but her words left the three women present somewhat bewildered.
Because she likes Qingluo, so Qingluo wonât die...? How should this be understood?
Fortunately, Yun Qian frequently spoke things that puzzled people, so her uttering such a statement didnât draw much attention.
Anyway, itâs probably that because she likes Qingluo, she could use Changâan, right?
"In any case, Iâve reported it to Ms. Yun, no oneâs allowed to say I expertly schemed with Changâan..." Zhu Pingniang gently squeezed Miss Luâs wrist: "If Changâan heard I plotted against him, should I as his sister have any face left?"
"Face..."
Upon hearing this, Miss Luâs eye twitched slightly.
She looked at Wen Li, then at Yun Qian, and for a moment couldnât tell whether Zhu Pingniang was joking or being serious.
Face?
Does she have even a shred of face in front of the young master and Miss Wen?
Forget it.
Miss Lu made up her mind that once she entered the Immortal Sect, she must regulate Ms. Zhuâs behavior... otherwise, by then girls throughout the Flower Moon Building would have no face left.
Hmm, sheâs doing it for face, not to confine her sister to the Flower Moon Building.
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When Xu Changâan and Li Zhibai returned to the banquet platform, the strange topic had ended, and they were greeted by a scene of harmonious joy and laughter.
They saw an empty wine vessel next to Zhu Pingniang, chatting cheerfully with Miss Lu. But upon seeing Xu Changâan and Li Zhibai return, their smiles instantly disappeared.
"You two still know how to come back?" Zhu Pingniang frowned: "What could you two possibly talk about thatâs so secretive, so lengthy that you had to be out so long... Itâs already daylight."
Li Zhibai said nothing.