My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 708 - 0404 An Xin embraced by Yun Qian

Shi Qingjun held a bundle of pastries, watching the small boat drift away with the waves, tilting her head.

Wen Li? Why has she come?

In the past, Shi Qingjun wouldn’t have cared even if she saw Wen Li, but now, she’s somewhat intrigued.

Not solely pursuing the Heavenly Dao anymore, Shi Qingjun felt she needed to pay attention to things she previously neglected, like the new generation of prodigies in Qing Province.

As chaos approached, talents that were once extremely rare were now not uncommon, with detailed records in the archives. She had deliberately leafed through them when grinding petals.

She knew of a disciple on Tripod Heart Peak with the Yin Yang Affinity physique, was aware there was a Water Wood Supreme Grade talent in the Hundred Herbs Garden who held great promise, and also knew of a naturally subtle one on Divine Concentration Peak, as well as a disciple with near Immortal Grade Fire Attribute talents from Fire Spirit Sect previously.

Profound Sword Bureau had a Sikong Jing... Well, Sikong Jing’s talent itself was somewhat inferior, but received a Class A evaluation from the Chaoyun Sect due to gaining the recognition of an Immortal Sword.

With the Immortal Sword’s support, Sikong Jing’s future was more stable than those before.

Speaking of Immortal Artifacts, Gu Qiancheng from the Tongjun Family also established a Spirit Road link with the Hehuan Bell.

And then there’s Wen Li from Muyu Peak.

Shi Qingjun pondered, gently reached into her bosom, took a small pastry into her mouth, and then looked towards the direction Wen Li had gone.

In some sense, Wen Li is different from those mentioned earlier. Wen Li’s talent was already astonishing at first sight, even back then, more than any specific talent, Shi Qingjun preferred to call Wen Li "Heaven’s Favorite."

A person favored by the heavens.

Undeniably, Wen Li would be her focus for nurturing in the future.

Oh, almost forgot about Liu Qingluo.

Immortal Grade talent, is it?

Who knows how it compares to Wen Li.

Shi Qingjun: "...Hmm?"

She suddenly realized how good Zhu Tongjun was at bringing people up the mountain.

She counted for quite a while, and here’s the result.

Wen Li, this Sword Master, was picked up by Zhu Tongjun on the battlefield and brought up the mountain.

Gu Qiancheng, the owner of the Hehuan Bell, was her family’s younger generation, personally sent by her to Tripod Heart Peak.

Liu Qingluo was also a "daughter" raised and sent up the mountain by Zhu Tongjun.

This still doesn’t include Xu Chang’an to avoid making this about comparing kids, otherwise, Xu Chang’an was also sent up the mountain by Zhu Tongjun.

Swallowing the pastry in her mouth. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Shi Qingjun also remembered that even Li Zhibai was picked up from some Daoist Temple by Zhu Tongjun.

Standing silent for a while.

Shi Qingjun suddenly wanted to know who else Zhu Tongjun might pick up?

What kind of "surprises" could she provide?

Paused her steps.

The image of Yun Qian flashed in Shi Qingjun’s mind.

"Miss Yun..."

Shi Qingjun thought among these people, Yun Qian sent up the mountain by Zhu Tongjun had the worst talent, even struggling at cultivation’s threshold.

But she really liked Miss Yun.

Yun Qian’s eyes were very beautiful.

Feeling the slight sweetness of the sugar frosting in her mouth, she thought that her desire to try a pastry was inspired by knowing Yun Qian liked eating them.

So strange, with so many children worth paying attention to, yet the one who captured her gaze the most was ironically Yun Qian, with the worst talent, least deserving her attention.

Reflecting on it, Shi Qingjun felt maybe Yun Qian truly was a wonderful companion to converse with?

Shi Qingjun vaguely felt that Yun Qian’s serene eyes seemed like the sea surface, providing an illusion of encompassing everything.

Whether it was warmth or acceptance, it’s hard to say.

This must be what came from her prolonged interaction with Xu Chang’an.

Shi Qingjun thought, and started walking back towards the Flower Moon Building.

She was now changing her mind about going back to the mountain straight after the shopping.

Wen Li’s aura wasn’t very stable.

Tongjun’s Glazed Body had just shattered.

The small gathering seemed quite lively...

No harm in checking out Miss Yun.

——

The scent of wine filled the air, the whispers of young ladies mingling with the sound of a gong, as the ladies engaged in playful merriment.

High on the platform.

Yun Qian watched the girls below, playing the zither, with keen interest.

Not interested in the bustle itself but recalling the image of her husband playing the zither through this scene.

She wasn’t much concerned with what happened earlier or what’s happening now.

The notion of being her husband’s "love tribulation" was a first-time revelation. Quite amusing, really.

Plus, as the main wife, patience with the women of discernment is always necessary.

Yun Qian thought this, casting a glance at Zhu Pingniang beside her.

Zhu Pingniang’s pale neck flushed a bit, averting Yun Qian’s gaze.

"Ms. Zhu, are you alright?" Miss Lu asked.

"You take a guess." Zhu Pingniang retorted, rolling her eyes at Miss Lu, then, with a covert glance at Yun Qian who was beginning to show interest in the bustle below, pinched some soft flesh on Miss Lu’s waist.

Miss Lu was truly something.

When Zhu Pingniang arrived, she saw Miss Lu crying on Yun Qian.

Really, some nerve.

What took Zhu Pingniang by surprise was Yun Qian not at all being bothered by Miss Lu, not truly as indifferent as she appeared, but gentle and remarkably accommodating.

"See, Miss Yun is a good person... Aren’t you less nervous now?" Miss Lu whispered into Zhu Pingniang’s ear with a smile.

"You really are cheeky." Zhu Pingniang was speechless; around Yun Qian, she was quite timid, finding herself embarrassed.

Whereas Miss Lu acted even more boldly, inadvertently supporting her.

Miss Lu’s tearful embrace of Yun Qian was to blend into the atmosphere or something... While Zhu Pingniang knew Miss Lu meant well, she couldn’t muster any appreciation.

Fortunately, thanks to this daring girl, Zhu Pingniang did perceive some of Yun Qian’s disposition as an observer.

Yun Qian seemed genuinely fond of both her and Miss Lu.

Zhu Pingniang softly chided to Miss Lu: "Just as I was thinking of honesty with her, you pull tricks and act foolish... Where’s my sincere heart placed then?"

"Just admit it worked well." Miss Lu pouted.

Despite Zhu Pingniang’s fine words, when striking a conversation with Yun Qian under the guise of consoling her, there wasn’t the slightest hint of hesitation, so much for sincerity.

"Effective." Zhu Pingniang chuckled, giving Miss Lu a thumbs-up, then turned to look at Yun Qian holding fruit juice, sipping lightly, and turned back, seemingly indifferent, saying: "Ni Zi, about the puppet doppelganger... Are you upset?"

"Not very pleased, but anger is too strong a word." Miss Lu shook her head, held Zhu Pingniang’s hand: "Ms. Zhu should more adequately compensate me."

"Okay." Zhu Pingniang nodded.

Miss Lu smiled, glanced at Yun Qian, her eyes gleaming faintly.

Actually, crying on Yun Qian earlier wasn’t entirely an act.

Because...

Yun Qian’s gaze carried a very warm feeling.

As if whatever she’d done would be understood, like even if the sky fell, Yun Qian’s support would be there—an instinctual sense of reassurance Miss Lu had never experienced before.

Admittedly describing it as maternal warmth felt odd, yet it was truly captivating.

She adored it.

Moreover...

Being gazed at so tenderly by Miss Yun unintentionally led her to wonder—

Does Miss Yun... like me?