Chapter 71: Practicing “Yi Yang Finger”!
Fang Han thought for a mont, then shook his head inwardly.
Even though he had saved Mu Wanqing’s life, that shouldn’t be reason enough for this.
Thinking it through, it must have sothing to do with that veil…
When Cheng Lingsu heard Fang Han ntion the veil, she was slightly taken aback.
“Brother Fang, do you know sothing? That veil…”
She too had faintly guessed sothing, but only because Gan Baobao’s expression had given her hints.
But Brother Fang hadn’t been there at the ti.
How could he possibly know?
Fang Han hesitated for a mont before asking:
“Lingsu, the day you treated her, did you remove her veil?”
Cheng Lingsu nodded:
“She was veiled, but of course that wasn’t good for resting and recovering.”
Fang Han: “And when she woke up, did she put her veil back on?”
Cheng Lingsu shook her head slightly:
“No, she didn’t…”
At this point, Fang Han pieced it all together and thought to himself: As expected.
Mu Wanqing must have mistakenly thought he had lifted her veil, leading to a complete misunderstanding.
That must also explain why afterward, whenever she saw him, she never wore her veil again.
Perhaps she believed her oath had already been broken, so there was no need to wear it anymore?
Fang Han shared his deduction with Cheng Lingsu, whose expression grew faintly strange.
After a long while, she sighed softly:
“I had thought she was moved because you saved her life… who would have thought it was for this reason instead…”
Whoever lifts her veil and sees her face must marry her.
It sounded just like sothing out of a storybook.
Fang Han tightened his arms around the beauty in his embrace and said gently:
“Since it’s only a misunderstanding, then it can be cleared up.”
Cheng Lingsu sighed:
“Even if it was a misunderstanding, it isn’t now. After all, you have seen her face. Surely…
In short, tomorrow I’ll go and ask her directly.”
Saying more would not help. Better to hear it from the person herself.
Earlier she hadn’t asked because she wasn’t entirely certain. But now that everything lined up, she couldn’t just ignore it.
As she thought, she suddenly reached out her delicate hand and pinched Fang Han’s waist.
Fang Han groaned, but Cheng Lingsu ignored him, burying her face against his chest.
No matter how he coaxed her, she wouldn’t respond.
She was, undeniably, jealous.
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Elsewhere, in another courtyard.
Gan Baobao was speaking with Mu Wanqing.
Looking at that breathtaking face, bearing faint resemblance to her senior sister, Gan Baobao sighed inwardly.
What master and disciple… this is clearly mother and daughter.
I should have realized this long ago.
She hesitated for a while before asking:
“I didn’t want to ask you before, but now it’s just the two of us, so it’s fine.
Let ask you, who was it that removed your veil?”
A blush rose swiftly to Mu Wanqing’s face. She mumbled without replying.
Gan Baobao’s eyes flickered, and she pressed:
“Was it that Young Master Fang from earlier today?”
Seeing Mu Wanqing hesitate before nodding, Gan Baobao could only let out a long sigh.
“Then what do you plan to do? He’s already a married man…”
She had wanted to sound stern, but as the words reached her lips, she rembered her own past. Hadn’t she too been involved with a married man? Her tone weakened unconsciously.
But when she saw Mu Wanqing’s helpless, lost expression, her head throbbed with worry.
Unable to bear continuing, she changed the subject instead:
“Has your master still not returned? Oh! And that Wang woman in Suzhou—was she killed?”
It was ant to divert the topic, but when she ntioned this, her voice grew urgent.
At the ntion, Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, her deanor shifting back to her usual icy calm. Her tone grew cold:
“That wicked Wang woman has considerable influence. My master and I went to assassinate her, but we failed.”
After their plan was exposed, she had been forced to part from her master, agreeing to regroup later in Dali. Thanks to soone’s help, she had managed to shake off pursuit, though she knew not how her master fared now.
Her master’s skills were stronger than hers, so surely she too had escaped.
In a while, when the agreed ti ca, they would et again. She could not delay.
But as for her own personal troubles—those seed impossible to resolve.
At this thought, Mu Wanqing’s spirits sank.
Gan Baobao listened, uneasy and unwilling.
That Wang woman really is difficult to kill.
Seeing Mu Wanqing fall silent with a lowered head, she understood her mood, but found no words of comfort.
After all… even she had made a complete ss of her own affairs.
All she could manage was a few soft words telling her not to think too much, and to rest early.
Leaving Mu Wanqing’s room, Gan Baobao didn’t return to her own chambers, but went to Zhong Ling’s instead.
“Mother, why are you here~”
Gan Baobao smiled:
“Mother will sleep with you tonight.”
There were things she wished to probe.
After all, seeing her daughter today, with every other sentence ntioning that “big brother,” she couldn’t help but worry.
Zhong Ling, unaware of her thoughts, giggled happily:
“Great! I love sleeping with Mother.”
She loved snuggling into her embrace.
After blowing out the lamp, Gan Baobao lay there in thought for a long while, then asked:
“Ling’er, how exactly did you et that Young Master Fang? Tell again in detail.” This text is hosted at NoveI~Fire
Earlier she had explained only briefly. Gan Baobao wanted to know the particulars.
Zhong Ling, suspecting nothing, began chattering on.
But by the ti she spoke of rescuing Mu Wanqing under Mount Wuliang, her voice trailed off, and before long, she had fallen asleep without realizing.
Gan Baobao waited a mont, then hearing only steady breathing, realized her daughter had dozed off mid-story. She couldn’t help laughing softly.
But even with only that much, she was inwardly shocked.
Zuo Zimu of the Wuliang Sword sect—renowned across Dali—had been killed so easily by Fang Han’s hand.
And the entire Wuliang sect had not dared move against him.
Such martial strength—truly formidable!
At his age, to already possess such power!
Ah… no wonder Ling’er likes him.
Compared to him, even my old Chun-ge back then wasn’t nearly so dazzling…
Gan Baobao turned restless, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
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