Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 421 - 93: Gathering is for Parting (4000 words) (2/2)_2

Reflecting on the arduous battle endured, he didn’t know how many injuries had been sustained, but he reacted so indifferently to the news that Miss Three would be leaving tomorrow? It was as if he had anticipated it.

The man’s eyebrows were tightly knitted.

He couldn’t understand.

He really couldn’t understand...

The old woman walked slowly forward, looking at the young couple ahead, feeling a headache coming on.

How could she not feel a headache?

She had been worried, after Qinshuang had come here, that she might not want to leave and return to her clan. Her heart was still somewhat uneasy, but seeing this scene now, the worst hadn’t happened. From a certain perspective, however, it probably made her feel even more uneasy than if the two of them had been stuck together.

The Imperial Family’s private residence was quite a distance from Fufeng Academy.

But even the longest journey eventually comes to an end. Wang Anfeng’s steps faltered and he stopped in front of a courtyard where, five days before, he had waited a whole day for Qinshuang, but had only seen Master Fu Mo, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, and received news of his old friend’s departure.

Now, the emptiness in his heart had been faintly filled with satisfaction.

"What time tomorrow will you..."

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, but the words he spoke made the old woman and the man in black frequently frown.

Qinshuang turned to look at him, her eyebrows and eyes conveying emotion:

"Are you going to see me off?"

Wang Anfeng looked at the girl, his voice softening as he said:

"Naturally."

The wind stirred, the two stood side by side; Qinshuang was dressed in white with a red robe loosely hung over her. The slightly thin red robe fluttered with the wind, its hem swinging slightly, touching the blue robe of the youth.

"Tomorrow at Hours."

Qinshuang said.

Then she smiled at Wang Anfeng, pushed open the wooden door that had been sealed for half a month, and the old woman and the man in black moved to go inside. Wang Anfeng continued to watch until Qinshuang also went in, then he stood firmly, watching for a long time. The wooden door hadn’t been shut, and he saw the familiar house and noticed that lights were being lit inside the dark room.

It was as if all the worldly dust had merged into this single light, warming his heart deep down.

"Is this sufficient?"

Inside, the old woman hesitated for a long while before finally speaking, despite her initial reluctance for Qinshuang to stay long here and even fearing that the girl had spent too much time here. Yet at this moment, she couldn’t help but speak; from her tone, it seemed she felt Qinshuang’s departure tomorrow was too hasty, that she could stay a bit longer.

Qinshuang sat by the table, lifting her sword and placing it on the surface, smiled lightly at the words:

"Since we have already met, why cling to this brief moment?"

"I have my own path to tread and he has things he wants to do. If our presence merely becomes a constraint to each other, then he is no longer he, and I am no longer I."

"Such bonds can only be cut through with a sword!"

As she spoke these words, Qinshuang’s eyes were calm, as steady as the sword in her hands, as majestic as thunder across the sky, as serene as snow falling in winter.

As brilliant as the sun on the horizon.

The old woman opened her mouth but found herself unable to speak any words of refusal. However, another thought arose in her heart.

Luckily, it was her.

And fortunately, it was him.

The man from the Xue Family Noble Clan, a black-clad assassin with respectable martial arts skills, was dragging his injured body to chop wood, boil water, and offer tea. As the Hours grew late, the old woman stayed in the main house, the middle-aged man went to rest in the guest room, not to sleep but to sit cross-legged on the bed, settling his Inner Strength, hoping to mend his injuries quicker.

After drinking tea, Qinshuang washed up, removed her Vigorous Attire, and wore only a moon-white undergarment.

Her black hair, like ink, was scattered over her shoulders.

Just like any ordinary girl.

The girl sat on the bed, watching the rising moon outside, the nearby candlelight somewhat dim, casually taking a Silver Needle and adjusting the wick of the flame. In this silent, unoccupied moment, the events of the day rose up in her mind, her beautiful face losing its usual calm and composure, slowly blushing.

Moonlit flowers observed, a beauty under the lamp.

Normally a sword-wielding, valiant girl, at this moment, she especially radiated charm.

The candlelight reflected in her brown eyes, shimmering brilliantly."Xue Family…Qinshuang."

She softly recited her own name.

For the first time, she felt that these three words were so pleasant to hear.

Irresistibly heart-stirring.

Her face grew feverish; she couldn’t help but lift her hand to cover her face with the quilt, habitually rolling towards the center of the bed. By accident, she used too much inner strength and flipped over, lightly bumping her forehead against the wall.

She let out a soft cry of pain.

...............

Wang Anfeng walked toward the direction of the Academy.

His steps were light.

Passing through an alley, passing along the street, in the alley, someone had set up a large pot, boiling with lamb and offal, puffing out rolls of white steam. It was already winter, the weather was turning cold; a few Tongbao coins would buy a bowl of warm and delicious mutton offal, a treat for many ordinary citizens after a day’s work.

Yet at that square table, there sat a young man who clearly had nothing to do with the word ’impoverished.’

Dressed in yellow brocade, with handsome features, one hand holding the lamb offal, the other expertly adding spice, clearly a seasoned hand.

Murong Tong held a bowl of mutton soup and sighed in his heart.

When he first snuck out to eat, he used to disguise himself.

But in the past two years, once his whereabouts were detected, he gave up all pretenses, unconcerned about what people said; and since they couldn’t get any reaction from him, they also found it boring and gradually stopped caring about it.

Holding his pound-heavy porcelain bowl, he deeply inhaled its fragrant aroma, a look of delight emerging on his face.

He felt this damned peasant food was surprisingly delicious.

So delicious that he simply couldn’t put it down.

Just then, his ears twitched, catching the sound of footsteps. His expression turned vigilant; ever since the incident two years ago at Danfeng Valley, where he had nearly died, his vigilance had greatly increased. Even when playing in the city, he never went without a weapon. Turning around, he just happened to see a person in a blue robe approaching.

Looking up, his eyes landed on the newcomer’s face, slightly startled, he almost dropped the lamb offal in his hand.

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Wang Anfeng also saw this noble clan young master, with whom he shared some acquaintance; reflecting on their minor conflict from years past also stirred some emotions. Hence, he took the initiative to greet with a smile:

"Murong, long time no see."

Murong Tong stared at Wang Anfeng, slightly overwhelmed and said:

"It has been a long time indeed..."

Raising his hand and gesturing with the lamb offal soup in hand, he added impulsively:

"Want some? My treat..."

As old friends reunited, Wang Anfeng naturally wouldn’t refuse. He had walked with Xue Qinshuang from the town center to the Academy, and although he hadn’t noticed time passing, he was indeed a bit hungry. Sitting next to Murong Tong, waiting for the shop owner to serve him soup, he noticed Murong Tong continuously stealing glances at him, slightly curious, he asked:

"What’s wrong?"

Murong Tong hesitated for a moment, shook his head initially, then hesitated again and said:

"Brother Wang, have you encountered something good?"

"You’ve been smiling all along, and it looks a bit…"

His voice trailed off, uncertain of how to describe the smile.

Wang Anfeng paused slightly and said instinctively:

"Smiling?"

He had not felt himself smiling.

But he touched his face, and the familiar face was almost unable to suppress a smile...

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, thinking back on the events of the day. Though there were some unpleasant incidents, his lips turned up even more, finally bursting into laughter.

PS: Here’s the second update...

I think Miss Xue and Wang Anfeng are not the type who would stick together constantly after meeting, cooing over each other... First, they are themselves...

It’s a long chapter, consider it an extra update... (attempting a trade)