My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 890 - 494: Flower Moon Building in Li Zhibai’s Eyes (Double-Length) (Part 2)
After looking around for a while, she had no objections.
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"Ms. Qing, what are you looking at?" The girl in the yellow dress, massaging Ah Qing’s shoulders, noticed her gaze towards the corner.
"Did you see that girl?" Ah Qing smiled softly, looking in the direction of Li Zhibai.
"I saw her." The girl in yellow nodded, "She’s Pingniang’s friend, everyone has noticed her."
Li Zhibai and Wen Li had gone up to the high platform, and many girls had seen it. However, knowing Zhu Pingniang’s temper and fearing that she might be a girl from an immortal sect, even though some noticed Li Zhibai secretly observing, no one approached to disturb her.
The girl in yellow hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Ms. Qing, I heard from Ms. Fang... that the girl was wearing a Daoist robe when she arrived."
"...?" Ah Qing tilted her head, not understanding the implication: "What about the Daoist robe?"
From what she knew, Li Zhibai didn’t possess any Daoist techniques, although due to her current cultivation status, many Daoist people presumed she was an elder.
In fact, Li Zhibai had only lived in a Daoist temple for a while.
"That’s a Daoist nun. I heard if she weren’t invited by Pingniang, Ms. Fang would have ordered her to be ousted."
"?" Ah Qing was momentarily stunned.
The thought of a courtesan hustling Li Zhibai out of the brothel... she could barely imagine such a scene. With Li Zhibai’s seniority, even at the Profound Sword Bureau, she was treated as a respected elder.
Even within the Holy Sect, many ’Chaoyun defectors’ are considered Li Zhibai’s juniors.
"Why, what’s wrong with her?" Ah Qing asked.
"Ms. Qing, you... really didn’t think of it?" The girl in yellow sighed helplessly.
"What does it have to do with me..." Ah Qing started to say, then paused suddenly.
Got it.
These girls must have thought Li Zhibai wearing a Daoist robe meant someone invited a Daoist nun to subdue her.
"You’ve figured it out, right? That’s why Ms. Fang was angry, thinking some fool hired a ritualist to tame the ’snake’ you are," the girl in yellow chuckled softly.
By now, she realized Ah Qing didn’t mind the half-demon identity, allowing for some jokes between them.
"Tame me..." Ah Qing’s eye twitched twice.
There’s no one currently who could tame her... At least, after stepping into Qiankun, the gap between her and Shi Qingjun was only 20-30%. Even Shi Qingjun couldn’t subdue her.
The Young Master...
The Young Master might be able to.
Ah Qing instinctively glanced at the platform but was suddenly covered by the girl in yellow, who exclaimed shyly.
"Ms. Qing, I meant subdue with a ritual, not what you’re thinking. Why are you looking at the Young Master?"
Ah Qing: "..."
She chuckled.
She was practically half of Qing Province, having cultivated Qi for so many years, she was definitely not getting upset.
She must not get upset.
Her little sister, a courtesan, having a bit of a skewed perspective... it’s normal.
I am not upset.
"Ms. Qing... your smile is a bit scary. Did I say something wrong?" The girl in yellow released her grip, noticing Ah Qing’s smile was a bit forced, causing her hand to sting painfully.
Ah Qing, standing in place of her aunt, punished her numerous times.
"It’s fine." Ah Qing took a deep breath, then said: "Ms. Fang misunderstood Pingniang’s friend, and just let it go? That’s not how the rules of Flower Moon Building work."
"But she might be from an immortal sect... Even if we apologized, we fear being rude." The girl in yellow explained.
"Alright then." Ah Qing shook her head, then looked at Li Zhibai in the corner observing the room of girls, thinking that Li Zhibai had indeed looked at her too.
Maybe she’s considering her as Zhu Pingniang’s daughter too, that gaze... was indeed tender.
"Go, offer that girl a drink." Ah Qing suddenly said.
"Ah?"
The girl was startled and shook her little head like a rattle drum, her ponytail almost swaying into Ah Qing’s face.
"I... I don’t dare."
"Where’s your courage?"
"She’s an immortal sect member, and Pingniang’s friend... I don’t dare."
Seeing the timid look on the girl in yellow’s face, Ah Qing couldn’t help but sigh.
This girl becomes useless at crucial moments.
So she reminded: "You know she might be from an immortal sect. If you leave her a good impression now, and later have the chance to follow Pingniang to the sect, wouldn’t that be a good connection?"
"I... I don’t want to think so far ahead." The girl in yellow muttered.
"You." Ah Qing shook her head.
Really useless.
They should realize they’ve already gained Li Zhibai’s favor by being considered Zhu Pingniang’s "daughters," which is immensely beneficial for ordinary women.
Ah Qing has it figured out that even if she has to take this girl, she should let her stay on Muyu Peak for some time first.
Chaoyun Sect’s role is to let the girl get accustomed to the presence of immortal sects...
Then she captures people.
Yes, that’s it.
Ah Qing would not go to Chaoyun. She was confident she wouldn’t be detected by Shi Qingjun’s divine sense or aura, but if she was really seen by her own eyes, she couldn’t hide anymore.
If Shi Qingjun found out she had been a courtesan...
Ah Qing’s brows furrowed.
She wouldn’t survive.
"Really not going?" Ah Qing asked.
"Not going."
"If you don’t go, I might."
Ah Qing was joking, she wouldn’t actively seek to speak with Li Zhibai.
"Sister, don’t go either, after all that’s an immortal sect, I... am scared." The girl in yellow lightly tugged at Ah Qing’s sleeve, her eyes filled with worry.
Evidently, the previous encounters with several immortal sects wanting to attack Ah Qing had already scared her.
Ah Qing, hearing this, felt quite helpless.
This girl who couldn’t sleep at night and had to crawl into her bed didn’t seem so timid then.
"Besides... Ms. Qing, don’t make me go." The girl in yellow gently tugged at Ah Qing’s sleeve, whispering: "Today... I haven’t offered you a toast yet, I don’t want others to take it."
She had been waiting for the perfect performance from Ah Qing, to present a congratulatory drink.
In women’s circles, the first drink at a banquet is incredibly important. Whether drinking or toasting, a girl who cares wouldn’t want it being shared with an outsider.
Given this reason, risking the possibility of offending Zhu Pingniang’s friend by offering a toast wasn’t something she wanted to do.
"...You..., fine." Ah Qing had nothing to say, she pinched the cheek of the girl in front of her: "If you won’t go, you won’t, but ignoring a guest of Pingniang’s when you see them isn’t proper hospitality."
"Then I’ll find a servant girl to offer her a drink."
"Why a servant girl?"
"Servant girls inherently lack propriety, having them offer a drink is better; if they make a mistake, they won’t be scared, plus the little ones are resilient, and the aunt won’t bear to scold them harshly." The girl in yellow said it earnestly, evidently proud of finding the perfect scapegoat for herself.
"...Suit yourself." Ah Qing said, covering her forehead with one hand.
She likes this girl.
Whatever she likes... she has to bear it.
Even if she lacks a bit of demeanor now, it doesn’t matter.
Endure it, and it will become better later.
Ah Qing told herself this, while the girl in yellow was already coaxing the little girl.
"Little Sheep, come over." The girl in yellow called to a newly arrived little girl with a wine cup.
"..." Ah Qing quietly looked away.
This truly is a scapegoat.
Although this is meant for exposure, seeing the girl pushing benefits away and laughing made even her feel a bit embarrassed.
"Sister Huang." A little girl with pigtails, about six or seven years old, ran up and grasped the hem of the yellow girl’s skirt, sweetly saying: "You called me."
"You’re awake?" The girl in yellow pinched her cheek, "Weren’t you told to sleep a bit longer?"
"The big boat... sways and sways, can’t sleep." The little girl pouted: "Stop pinching my cheek, I’m not a doll."
She grumbled, but in reality, she held the yellow girl’s waist affectionately, clearly enjoying it.
"I grew up being pinched, you can’t escape either."
The yellow girl snorted, then pointed towards Li Zhibai, handed the wine cup to the little girl, and whispered in her ear.
