Tang San's Twin Sister-Chapter 126
"Miss Tang," the captain said, and Tang Yin looked upwards at him, tilting her head.
"It is indeed very uncommon to find someone your age at this level. Seven Treasures must be elated to count you among their number. My son is a support spirit master, so you have to excuse his occasional curiosity. After all, it is not every day someone meets a person of your talent."
Tang Yin smiled. "I am honored to know that you think so highly of me. Of course, I don't mind your son's curiosity. I can understand it."
Well, I do understand, but I cannot say I share the excitement.
"I have always been intrigued by the thought of clan business. I heard most younger members of Seven Treasures have a fiancé? Do you have one as well?" he asked, and Yin closed her eyes. Then she smiled and turned towards Uncle Jian.
"No, I do not. Honestly, I have never given it a thought, either. I am still fairly young at twelve, but even if I one day do, it is a choice I will make according to my teacher's decisions and my family's choices."
Uncle Jian shot her a glare; he didn't want to deal with that. Then she beamed her most dazzling smile at him. For sure, he would handle an overly curious child and his father—who is probably interested not only in finding a bit of teaching from someone out of Seven Treasures but also in prospective future issues. She found it somewhere between funny and somehow scary.
She was physically twelve, it was still hard to comprehend for her such things could even be a topic.
The rest of the evening, Uncle Jian spent his time deflecting all kinds of questions and making small talk while Tang Yin pretended to smile and answered perfunctorily in all manners of ways to the young boy, who was keenly interested in her martial spirit Blue Silver Grass, looking at it in wonder when he noted like so many others before him.
"I didn't know you could cultivate such a trash spirit to this level," he said admiringly, and she sighed and had her spirit vanish.
"There are no trash spirits in this world," she stated coolly, slight anger bubbling up inside her. How often had people told her and her brother, trash spirit this, trash spirit that? It was insulting to anyone with a Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, which was a fairly common one. She cast a look at Uncle Jian next to her, who shook his head, telling her to stay polite.
Giving in while gritting her teeth, she now entirely focused on the food in front of her, although the shift in atmosphere had not gone unnoticed. The captain quickly changed the topic, and his son, who had realized his mistake—after all, no spirit master would take kindly to their spirit being called a trash spirit.
The rest of dinner passed in silence, with Uncle Jian and the captain chatting about the weather, the journey, and other pleasantries, ending with a cordial good night to each other.
When they were on the way back to the cabins, Uncle Jian sighed.
"Did you really have to leave me to deflect his intentions to put his son in the best light possible for you? I mean, I could have put you up with him."
"I needed to," she said and shrugged her shoulders. "You earned it and you would have gotten a better deal out of it then I ever would have. It was fun to watch you avoid going into the topic. I would have eventually have said I have no intention for anything right now. I am goddamn twelve years old. Being rude ontop of it."
"Well, most do have a fiancée or at least are in fiancée talks at your age within clans," Uncle Jian pointed out. "It's not unusual. That being said I am very happy you are self aware enough to know that you are not good with issues like that. You will have to learn it eventually though? you know?"
"But I am from a rather speck-of-dust clan—and twelve," she pointed out. "I intend to be a titled douluo, like you. I have no need for tiptoeing and dancing around people when I have the strenght to back it up, no?"
"Not wrong, but it pays off either way. A gentle request is a lot easier then barreling through something head first. That beaing said, twelve is far too young." He agreed with her before adding. "You should learn, after Poseidon...you should pay Moonlight pavillion a visit. They can help you with that, and more."
"Moonlight Pavilion? Mhh? They have a real interesting art section too, I just don't know if I make it though their entrance exams. Especially as a late comer, that is all under the assumption I survive Haishen though. That being said, I have utterly no intention to go anywhere near relationship territory for the foreseeable future. Much less with men—bad experiences."
"Bad experiences? For heaven's sake, what bad experiences can a twelve-year-old have with men?" Uncle Jian asked her, and Tang Yin merely looked at him. It must have been a look that spoke entirely on its own because Uncle Jian made an understanding expression. Her last boyfriend had gotten her killed—which, granted, he didn't know—but still, it had put men very low on her list of priorities, and she recognized it wouldn't be fair to anyone if she, by any chance, didn't make it past twenty, to hook up with anyone as a matter of fact.
It was severely unfair to get together with anyone in consideration of her current health issues.
"Either way. I write you a letter of recommendation for Moonlight Pavilion so don't worry about entering.Good work for not losing your cool when he called your spirit a trash spirit earlier," Uncle Jian said, and Yin shrugged her shoulders as he patted her head and then ruffled her hair hard enough for her hairdo fell apart.
"Hey!" she objected, but he was already walking away as she was left in front of her cabin door. With a sigh, she decided to leave it be and fell onto the small bed. She buried into her pillow and whined quietly, thoroughly beaten by the day.
"I still need to change back."
