Chapter 999: Chapter 586: Her ntor’s Grace Has Changed (Brothers, Refresh Around 1 AM!)
“Miss, miss, help pour so more hot water, huff, the water in the tub is cold again.”
In the courtyard, Qing Jun, who was dutifully airing the bedding, turned around helplessly, “Qian’er, why are you still lingering in the bath, it’s been two quarters of an hour, hurry up and finish bathing.”
“Miss, I want to wash thoroughly, there was too much blood on yesterday, not sure if I scrubbed clean last night, felt a bit uncomfortable sleeping, not sure if brother Rong’er slled any blood and found it unpleasant…”
The cute girl in the bathtub inside the house spoke with a slightly somber tone, “Before when I slept with brother Rong’er, he would bury his face in my hair in the morning and tickle with his stubble… This morning he didn’t do anything, eerily calm, the whole night yesterday was the sa…”
Zhao Rong, who was hiding around the corner, pressed his lips.
In the courtyard, Qing Jun also fell silent, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with delicate fingers and prepared to enter the house.
“Oh, miss, lend your hair soap, this ‘Cold Fragrant Soap’ from Cuixian Workshop slls so good, I want to use it too, brother Rong’er seems to like it too, uh, I wonder why he used to nuzzle you more when we were intimate…”
Little Qian’er spoke cheerfully, calling out to miss.
Qing Jun shook her head helplessly.
“Alright, alright, just finish washing quickly.”
Little Qian’er suddenly asked, “Miss, when will brother Rong’er co back?”
“I don’t know, he might be busy… Don’t go bothering him.”
“Oh oh, Qian’er knows, definitely won’t disturb him.”
From the east wing, the sound of splashing water was heard, Zhao Rong, who was familiar with the girl, could almost imagine that little Qian’er was standing up in the bath, exposing two tender white shoulders, feeling cold, she splashed back into the water and hugged her arms for warmth.
Inside the east wing, little Qian’er was bathing amidst the floating petals, her damp hair was neatly arranged over her petite left shoulder.
Only her small head poked out of the water, her face wet and makeup-free as she closed her eyes and softly muttered:
“…Miss, do you think brother Rong’er will finish his matters soon and co back early~”
At this mont, Zhao Lingfei, who was about to enter the house, paused at the door and turned her head, looking towards the only corner path outside the courtyard.
As if a stroke of intuition.
However,
there was no sign of him there.
Nor did the familiar sound of footsteps co from the unseen place beyond the corner.
Zhao Lingfei appeared dazed, staring at that place for three breaths, as if fantasizing about sothing… But quickly, she lightly shook her head and turned around.
Just then, the playful voice of little Qian’er bathing behind the screen in the east wing echoed again.
“Miss, miss, help get the towel, I forgot where I put it again…”
As soon as the girl’s voice fell, a delicate little sword with white jade etchings flew crisply out from the east wing to assist its little owner in fetching the towel.
Poor Class A Flying Sword, reduced to doing such chores for an unreliable little girl.
Zhao Lingfei ca to her senses, shook her head helplessly, and went inside to fetch things together with the swing…
…
Unknown when, Zhao Rong had already silently left the Elegant Courtyard.
The place called ‘ho’ because of them.
He still walked with sleeves folded, his steps as before, now returning the way he ca.
Passing by the creek, passing by the Bamboo Forest where the leaves had all fallen, passing by the Bamboo Forest Courtyard where life and death had once been at stake.
Only now, Zhao Rong’s complexion had changed.
He was sowhat guilty, sowhat depressed, sowhat dazed, and also sowhat… relieved after finally making a decision.
“Where are you going?” asked the Sword Spirit.
The man raised his head, glancing at the far autumn sky where wild geese flew south.
“Cultivate myself.”
Without hesitation.
“How to cultivate?” asked the Sword Spirit.
“Travel southwards, journey ten thousand miles.”
Just as he left that corner junction, he left a letter on the ground, but after hesitating repeatedly, he still didn’t take off Qing Jun’s White Jade Token, instead keeping it with him.
“Good,” Gui nodded gently, “You’ve finally decided to go to the Southern Tranquility State, it’s long overdue.”
Zhao Rong rubbed his face, feeling sowhat lost and dejected as he shook his head, “I might not reach there, I want to walk along the Li River, trek southward on foot, asure the continent under my feet… Until I’m no longer confused and depressed, once I’ve cultivated enough, I’ll return.”
Though he said this, he silently took out a silver token from his sleeve.
This was a ticket for the intercontinental ferry sold by a business under Weiwei Mountain.
Yes, it was the southward journey ticket he had asked a cousin of Qing Jun to buy for him back when he was at the Duke Mansion seeking his hotown.
Yesterday at the ruins in Wangque City, Xiaoyu, entrusted by Luo Xiu before her ascension, returned the item to its original owner, him.
Zhao Rong lowered his head, looking at the silver token ticket, so incredibly familiar.
“The path never chosen back then… ”
This was what he had once said in Xingzi Town when he ‘released’ Luo Xiu and gifted her a silver token, referring to ‘his other path’.
And again, it’s co full circle.
Gui said with interest, “Although I greatly support your decision, it’s still a bit strange. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Not listening to Zhu Yourong’s advice—staying here with the Qi Family while cultivating yourself? Actually, I think what she said makes so good points… Hmm, but compared to my suggestion of heading south to Tranquility State, there’s still a bit of difference.”
The Sword Spirit spoke arrogantly, very pleased that Zhao Rong finally chose the direction it had once pointed out.
Zhao Rong was silent for quite a while.
Then, just when the Sword Spirit thought he wouldn’t respond anymore.
Zhao Rong spoke softly, “I feel guilty and uneasy, very self-reproachful and depressed… I’m not sure how to face Qing Jun, Qian’er, and… Zhu Yourong right now.”
Gui suddenly said, “So you are… avoiding?”
Zhao Rong was silent for a mont, then nodded directly, “That’s right, I’m avoiding.”
Directly admitting.
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Traveling south, the journey covers thousands of miles.”
When he had just left that corner intersection, he left a letter on the ground, but after much hesitation, he hadn’t removed Qing Jun’s White Jade Token, and continued carrying it with him.
“Good,” Gui nodded gently, “You’ve finally decided to go to Southern Tranquility State; it should have been done long ago.”
Zhao Rong rubbed his face, shook his head sowhat confused and dejected, “I might not even reach there; I want to follow along Li River, travel south on foot, and asure this vast continent step by step… I’ll go until I am no longer confused and dejected, then when I’ve sufficiently cultivated myself, I’ll return.”
Though he said this, he silently took out a silver token from his sleeve.
This was a ticket for the intercontinental ferry sold by a business under Weiwei Mountain.
Yes, it was the southward journey ticket he had asked a cousin of Qing Jun to buy for him back when he was at the Duke Mansion seeking his hotown.
Yesterday at the ruins in Wangque City, Xiaoyu, entrusted by Luo Xiu before her ascension, returned the item to its original owner, him.
Zhao Rong lowered his head, looking at the silver token ticket, so incredibly familiar.
“The path never chosen back then… ”
This was what he had once said in Xingzi Town when he ‘released’ Luo Xiu and gifted her a silver token, referring to ‘his other path’.
And again, it’s co full circle.
Gui said with interest, “Although I greatly support your decision, it’s still a bit strange. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Not listening to Zhu Yourong’s advice—staying here with the Qi Family while cultivating yourself? Actually, I think what she said makes so good points… Hmm, but compared to my suggestion of heading south to Tranquility State, there’s still a bit of difference.” Traveling south, the journey covers thousands of miles.”
When he had just left that corner intersection, he left a letter on the ground, but after much hesitation, he hadn’t removed Qing Jun’s White Jade Token, and continued carrying it with him.
“Good,” Gui nodded gently, “You’ve finally decided to go to Southern Tranquility State; it should have been done long ago.”
Zhao Rong rubbed his face, shook his head sowhat confused and dejected, “I might not even reach there; I want to follow along Li River, travel south on foot, and asure this vast continent step by step… I’ll go until I am no longer confused and dejected, then when I’ve sufficiently cultivated myself, I’ll return.”
Though he said this, he silently took out a silver token from his sleeve.
This was a ticket for the intercontinental ferry sold by a business under Weiwei Mountain.
Yes, it was the southward journey ticket he had asked a cousin of Qing Jun to buy for him back when he was at the Duke Mansion seeking his hotown.
Yesterday at the ruins in Wangque City, Xiaoyu, entrusted by Luo Xiu before her ascension, returned the item to its original owner, him.
Zhao Rong lowered his head, looking at the silver token ticket, so incredibly familiar.
“The path never chosen back then… ”
This was what he had once said in Xingzi Town when he ‘released’ Luo Xiu and gifted her a silver token, referring to ‘his other path’.
And again, it’s co full circle.
Gui said with interest, “Although I greatly support your decision, it’s still a bit strange. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Not listening to Zhu Yourong’s advice—staying here with the Qi Family while cultivating yourself? Actually, I think what she said makes so good points… Hmm, but compared to my suggestion of heading south to Tranquility State, there’s still a bit of difference.”
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