Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Jealousy Arises in the Presence of a Beauty
Jishi Hall, the night deepened.
Zhao Qingi sat in front of the desk, looking at the letters sent from various places in Great Yan.
Among them were the sches of the Demon Sect and also ssages from important spies; all of which she needed to review and heed, and then she would have to provide further instructions.
Sotis she did read books, but other tis she needed to ‘approve these letters’.
“Tan Yun, it’s getting late, let’s close up shop,” Zhao Qingi glanced at the sky and commanded.
“Understood.”
Tan Yun, who was playing with the little black pet, nodded and went to the door of Jishi Hall to close and lock it.
Just as Tan Yun was about to lock up, an embroidered shoe appeared at the doorstep.
“Woof… Woof.”
The little black pet barked twice at the intruder, then hid behind Tan Yun’s legs.
Tan Yun lifted her head to look; it was a young woman of delicate beauty and grace, with a hint of light sorrow between her brows. Her pallor evoked an instinctive tenderness in others.
This woman was none other than Miss Cao Ling’er of the Cao Family.
Tan Yun asked, “Miss, are you here for dicines or consultation? Our dical hall is about to close.”
Cao Ling’er pursed her lips and said, “I’m not here for a consultation, nor to get dicines.”
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun’s face was filled with confusion. This was a dical hall; if she wasn’t here for consultation or dicines, then what was her purpose?
“My miss wishes to find Doctor An Jing.” Cao Ling’er didn’t speak, but a maid behind her did.
“Looking for my husband?”
Tan Yun paused for a mont, assessing Cao Ling’er and asked, “My husband isn’t in. What do you need him for?”
Not for dicines, not for consultation, but indeed here to find my husband?
Tan Yun’s heart pounded erratically; could it be…?
A trace of disappointnt flickered in Cao Ling’er’s eyes, then she said, “My family na is Cao, and I am called Cao Ling’er. Doctor An Jing saved my life the other day, and now that my health has sowhat improved, I wanted to co and express my gratitude to Doctor An Jing.”
“Since Doctor An Jing isn’t here, then let’s forget it. I’ll co back when he is available,” said Cao Ling’er and prepared to leave with her maid.
“Miss Cao, please wait. Since you’re here, co in and have a cup of tea,” a voice ca from behind Tan Yun, as Zhao Qingi slowly stepped out.
“Who might this be?”
When Cao Ling’er saw the person who ca out, her heart skipped, and even she couldn’t help but exclaim silently: such a stunningly beautiful woman.
“I am Doctor An’s wife,” Zhao Qingi said with a light laugh.
Though Zhao Qingi was smiling, Tan Yun, who knew her well, felt an unusual chill.
“So you are Doctor An Jing’s wife,” Cao Ling’er forced a smile.
Originally, there were rumors that An Jing had married a great beauty, and she had been skeptical, but seeing Zhao Qingi today, she thought this was no re beauty but an exquisitely lovely creature.
The maid behind Cao Ling’er was also stunned, unable to believe that the young doctor could have married such a beautiful, gentle, and intelligent lady, even more beautiful than her own miss.
“Please co in first, sister. My husband is out on a consultation and should return shortly,” the poise in Zhao Qingi’s every frown and smile denoted the deanor of a grand household. “Tan Yun, go prepare so tea.”
“Understood,” Tan Yun responded and briskly made her way to the inner hall.
“No, it’s alright. If Doctor An Jing isn’t here, I won’t impose any further,” said Cao Ling’er, feeling increasingly uneasy in Zhao Qingi’s presence. She gave a bow and made her escape towards the distance.
Zhao Qingi watched Cao Ling’er’s retreating figure, her smile gradually fading from her lips.
“Eh, where did Miss Cao go?”
Before long, Tan Yun ca out with a tray of tea and realized she hadn’t seen Cao Ling’er at all.
“She has left,” said Zhao Qingi indifferently.
“It seems Miss Cao is quite sensible.”
Tan Yun muttered to herself, then cautiously glanced at Zhao Qingi.
Having grown up in the Demon Sect Main Hall since childhood and followed Zhao Qingi closely, she might not have been her personal maid, but she knew Zhao Qingi very well.
Especially that incident.
She rembered when they were eight or nine years old, there was a secret chamber next to the sect’s library for cultivation and rest. Zhao Qingi, being a disciple of the Sect Hierarch, directly chose the largest chamber, and she wouldn’t let others enter even when she was away.
One follower ‘accidentally’ broke this rule. After going out on a mission, he never returned. Tan Yun rembered clearly how she followed behind Zhao Qingi and saw with her own eyes Zhao Qingi piercing through the follower’s heart with a sword.
When Zhao Qingi killed that follower, her expression was calm and indifferent, nothing like an eight- or nine-year-old girl.
Murdering people like hemp, treating lives as nothing, this was vividly displayed in a young girl.
Since that ti, no one else dared to enter Zhao Qingi’s ‘private chamber.’ Not even to approach it. Every ti Tan Yun saw Zhao Qingi, she couldn’t help feeling a bit of fear in her heart.
Unlike the fear of Li Fuzhou, a strict teacher, this fear of Zhao Qingi was etched into her very soul.
Zhao Qingi was not the gentle, beautiful, and graceful woman that ignorant people like An Jing, Han Wenxin, and Zhou Xianming thought she was. Only Tan Yun knew clearly that she was a Sect Hierarch with an extrely strong possessive desire, heavy jealousy, and extrely brutal and ruthless thods.
“Son-in-law, oh son-in-law, you must not make any mistakes,” Tan Yun silently prayed for An Jing, “You must keep control of ‘yourself.’
“The Cao Family…….”
Zhao Qingi picked up Tan Yun’s teacup and gently sipped her tea.
“This servant knows what to do.”
Tan Yun obsequiously said.
Zhao Qingi glanced at Tan Yun, “What do you know? Now is a critical mont, and it’s not good to make a big move.”
Chilled by that gaze, Tan Yun imdiately felt a shiver down her spine and cautiously lowered her head.
The Cao Family had unwittingly escaped disaster.
“Madam, what are you doing here?”
Just then, An Jing ca back carrying a small dicine chest and noticed Tan Yun standing aside like she had done sothing wrong.
“Husband, you must be tired,” said Zhao Qingi, blooming with a smile as she saw An Jing and gently took the dicine chest, “I’ll go and draw you a bath now.”
With that, Zhao Qingi headed towards the back courtyard.
The wife is gentle as water.
As An Jing watched Zhao Qingi’s graceful figure, he couldn’t help but be moved and looked at Tan Yun still standing there, “What are you dawdling for? Close up shop.”
“I know, son-in-law.”
Tan Yun stuck out her tongue and hurried to pick up the wooden sign.
“Also, there’s no need to keep the door open.”
“What about the third master?”
“If he hasn’t co back by this late hour, he probably won’t be coming back. He can stay overnight at the pleasure boat after the hour of Hai.”
“Son-in-law, how do you know one can stay overnight after the hour of Hai?”
“……”
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