Having said that, she turned to Jiang Shouzhong, "I have official duties I need to discuss with you."
The woman turned and walked towards the study.
Jiang Shouzhong followed her.
Leaving only Yang, disheveled and desperate in the wind.
...
Back in the study, Ran Qingchen apologized, "I’m sorry, I really should have taught him a lesson on your behalf. It’s just that his father was a close friend of my father’s..."
Jiang Shouzhong waved his hand and laughed, "Now you’re really misunderstanding that Yang. I did hit him twice, but he also threatened without any reason."
Ran Qingchen’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of annoyance was added to her heart.
This guy was still the sa as before, always afraid of being looked down upon and pretending to save face. But that was normal, no man wanted to show his pathetic side in front of a woman.
Fortunately, judging from his complexion, he didn’t seem to be injured.
Ran Qingchen sighed inwardly, wanting to reach out to check for injuries, but as her fingertips were about to touch his skin, she hesitated, then took out a bottle of elixir and handed it to him, "Take care of your injuries, don’t fear retaliation. If he dares to bully you again, you can use the Seven Kills Blade with confidence, I’ll take care of any trouble!"
"Thank you."
Jiang Shouzhong accepted the jade bottle and couldn’t bother to explain further. Since she was willing to cover for him, that was more than he could ask for.
Ran Qingchen, rembering she had serious matters to discuss, lowered her eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Grandmother has sent you a ssage; she hopes you’ll co to the Ran residence on New Year’s Eve so we can celebrate the New Year together."
Jiang Shouzhong was startled, looking distant.
It was then that he rembered, New Year’s was just a few days away.
Ti goes so fast. Last New Year’s Eve, Hong’er and Sister Ye were still by his side...
The lancholic Jiang Shouzhong declined, "I’d rather not go; I’m not very fond of lively occasions. Staying at ho is quite nice. Please apologize to grandmother on my behalf. I will visit her when I have ti."
Jiang Shouzhong did have a fond feeling for the old lady of the Ran family.
"Is it because you’re afraid of the second uncle and others..."
"No, I really do not enjoy noisy gatherings." Jiang Shouzhong chuckled.
Although the man quickly covered it up, the fleeting sorrow in his eyes was still keenly captured by Ran Qingchen. Thinking he was worried about being ostracized by the people of the Ran residence, she said softly, "Don’t worry, with there, no one will dare to bully you."
"I really don’t want to go." Jiang Shouzhong was resolute.
Ran Qingchen felt disappointed but didn’t press him further, and after so thought, she said, "How about this, I’ll take you to the Ran residence tomorrow. I feel that grandmother probably has sothing she wants to tell you."
"Alright."
Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t decline anymore and nodded in agreent.
----
Perhaps worried that the muddled Yang Zhongyou would seek revenge, Ran Qingchen personally escorted Jiang Shouzhong to the outskirts of Liushan Division, relieving so of her concern only after she was sure that man wouldn’t appear again.
Ran Qingchen returned to the study and gently cradled the sword manual in her arms.
In a daze, it was as if she could feel the warmth from her mother, so distant, yet so familiar.
"Mother, you created this swords play because you wanted to practice it with soone, didn’t you? Sadly, you never got the chance." Ran Qingchen murmured to herself, "It’s a pity, as an unfilial daughter, I also won’t likely have the chance to practice it. Jiang Mo lacks the talent to et the requirents of the Unparalleled Sword Skill. As his wife, it would be impossible for to practice it with another man."
"I’m sorry, mother. In the future, I shall find a couple with exceptional talents and give the manual to them so the Unparalleled Sword Skill can dazzle the world. Let all the sword dao cultivators understand that there’s not only Sword Demon Yan Changqing, but also you, Sword Immortal Jiang Wan."
----
When Jiang Shouzhong arrived ho, he found the yard had been cleaned again. Even the broken items placed outside the house were arranged neatly, showing considerable care had been taken.
Jiang Shouzhong was puzzled, and after a bit of thought, he figured it could only have been Wen Zhaodi.
After all, since Ms. Zhang had passed away, she didn’t need to stay at ho all day. Perhaps feeling that he was inept at household chores, she had ntioned it to Zhang and occasionally ca to help clean.
"It seems the house really lacks a woman to take care of it."
Gazing at the empty cottage, Jiang Shouzhong entertained the idea for the first ti, but soon quashed the thought.
I’ll think about it after avenging Sister Ye.
Matters of the heart are the most troubleso.
Since Li Nanshuang had yet to make a move and it was unclear if the case could be pushed back, Jiang Shouzhong also had little to do, so after practicing his standing post and fist techniques, he started to cook.
Dinner was ready by evening, the setting sun subrged, and all things were hazy.
Jiang Shouzhong took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks and said to the air, "Senior ngniang, I’ve made so food. Let’s eat together."
A mont later, ngniang appeared inside the cabin.
Looking at the fragrant dishes on the table, the woman said with a stern face, "I’ve already taken a Fasting Pill, I don’t need to eat."
Jiang Shouzhong passed the chopsticks over with a smile, "The five grains are the foundation. Whether it’s humans or demons, all nurture the essence, qi, and spirit. The days ahead are still long, and you can’t be taking that kind of elixir for an extended period, right? It’s not good for the body, for the demon soul, or even for the skin."
At this mont, the man’s smile was still so warm and genuine.
Initially intending to refuse, ngniang sohow ended up sitting at the table and accepting the chopsticks from him.
In the cabin, the lamp glowed with a faint yellow hue, like a lting crescent moon, casting a sense of warmth over the small house.
For so reason, ngniang felt inexplicably that there was sothing odd about the scene, as if a couple was dwelling together in a simple cottage, unspeakably harmonious and warm.
The coming year together couldn’t possibly always be like this.
ngniang suddenly thought.
She glanced at the man eating his al with his head down, then at the dishes on the table, pondering for a long while before murmuring to herself, "If it’s like this... it wouldn’t be too bad."
She hadn’t thought about forming a bond with Jiang Shouzhong, not to ntion the difference between humans and demons, and she, whose heart had died to love, wouldn’t easily be moved again. She just enjoyed the comfortable and warm atmosphere.
"The taste is diocre, just make do with it," said Jiang Shouzhong as he put so vegetables into ngniang’s bowl.
ngniang’s eyes flickered, and after a mont’s thought, she also picked up so vegetables with her chopsticks and placed them in his bowl.
What is this called? Reciprocation?
ngniang suddenly felt sothing was not quite right.
But seeing that he didn’t react, she no longer dwelled on it.
Jiang Shouzhong casually asked, "Why not ask about my situation with Miss Ran?"
"Not interested," ngniang replied, looking down at her al.
Although the woman was a demon, her deanor while eating was as graceful as that of a lady from a wealthy household, extrely elegant. She chewed her food neither hastily nor sluggishly, every gesture exuding a gentle decorum.
Paired with her trailing long gown, she seed even more graceful, like the sound of a zither heard in silence.
Jiang Shouzhong smiled faintly.
Quite good.
Very professional.
Midway through the al, ngniang suddenly frowned, "Soone is coming."
But no sooner had she spoken than she added, "That person seems to have left, probably aware of my presence."
Ca and left?
Jiang Shouzhong was puzzled, "Could it be Mr. Yan?"
ngniang shook her head, "No, with Senior Yan’s cultivation, it’s very difficult for to sense his presence."
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly knew who it was.
He stood up and said to ngniang, "You keep eating, there’s no need to follow ."
After speaking, he ran out of the house.
Once Jiang Shouzhong was completely out of the range of ngniang’s Divine Sense, a figure appeared before him.
Clad in black robes and wearing a bird-shaped mask, it was Yeying.
"Who is she?"
Yeying asked coldly.
The tone was as if soone had returned from a trip to find an unexpectedly beautiful mistress in the house.
And a silicone one at that.
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