novelraw Chapter 121 : Must Like Me Just a Little More
Chapter 121 : Must Like Me Just a Little More
Chapter 121: Must Like Me Just a Little More
The night was already deep, nearly turning into the next day.
Qiu Yuehan returned to her room and took off the set of clothes that even she found absurd.
A faint voice sounded behind her.
“Why did you come back so soon?”
The Moon Fairy was startled, her fine dark hair momentarily frozen. She turned her head, and upon realizing it wasn’t Xia Lianxue, she sighed in relief.
In the pitch-dark night, a streak of silver appeared.
It was Su Youwan.
The silver-haired girl stood at the door, already having pushed it open, and asked softly, “May I come in?”
“You’ve already opened the door—why bother asking?”
Su Youwan replied, “Without permission, one shouldn’t trespass into another’s residence.”
Qiu Yuehan was slightly irritated; after all, that was a rule she herself had set. “Come in then. What brings you here?”
She wasn’t close with Su Youwan and had no idea what she was here for.
“You have Young Master Lu’s scent on you. You two just embraced, didn’t you?”
Qiu Yuehan’s expression froze. She then heard Su Youwan continue, “And behind Miss Xia’s back.”
A bolt from the blue!
It was as if a gust of wind blew past, stabbing at Qiu Yuehan’s spine, whispering that her behavior was immoral.
But clearly, she had come first!
A flicker of hostility and annoyance flashed through her eyes—emotions she didn’t even realize she had. “So what now? What do you plan to do? Tell Junior Sister?”
Su Youwan shook her head. “Why would I?”
The Little Ancestor of Cihang Palace had apparently learned well from Lu Changyuan the art of answering questions with questions.
Qiu Yuehan narrowed her eyes slightly. “Then what do you mean by coming here?”
“You should thank me. Miss Xia was just looking for you two. I persuaded her to return.” Su Youwan’s voice was soft as a breeze. “I won’t tell her.”
Her silver-haired figure looked ethereal and fragile, but her words were shocking. “You should know, waiting for Young Master Lu to make the first move is impossible. I stripped down to just my dudou and climbed into his arms, and he didn’t even react.”
Qiu Yuehan felt the whole situation was absurd.
She understood now—Su Youwan was also yearning for Lu Changyuan.
“Wedding Garment, give me the plum blossoms.”
Xia Lianxue took the freshly picked blossoms from Jiang Jiayi, crushed them, and sprinkled them over the rice paste.
She was making plum blossom cakes.
The Dao Rhythms of the Dao of Time flowed gently. The Little Fairy in white lifted the lid of the pot—inside, the fragrant plum blossom cakes had taken form, their aroma spreading through the air.
At her side, Jiang Jiayi said, “Master’s Wife, is the Dao of Time supposed to be used like this?”
Xia Lianxue nodded her delicate chin, long accustomed to Jiang Jiayi calling her “Master’s Wife”—she already nearly considered Jiang Jiayi one of Young Master’s disciples.
As for who the Sect Master of the White Domain Dao Sect was?
“Yes, it’s very convenient, isn’t it?”
Indeed, using the Dao of Time for steaming pastries was convenient.
Xia Lianxue understood Jiang Jiayi’s unspoken meaning and said gently, “You and I are human. We must live. If something can make life a little easier, then it’s a good thing.”
“Master’s Wife’s teachings are right.” Jiang Jiayi suddenly thought of something and added, “Daoist Chang’an’s clear broth noodles—”
The Little Fairy tilted her head. “Not making them. They’re forbidden this year.”
“Yes.”
“The Young Master thinks he can hide things from me. Hmph. I know he’s definitely hiding someone. Those noodles must’ve been made to commemorate some vile woman. Before, I wasn’t around—but now it’s different. From now on, things like that—cut them off early!”
Jiang Jiayi couldn’t help laughing. “But Master’s Wife, there are many people around Daoist Chang’an. Why don’t you drive away Su Youwan and Senior Sister too?”
Xia Lianxue proudly picked up the rolling pin, a bit of white flour smudging her adorable nose. “None of your business.”
She was clever, after all.
Just as Qiu Yuehan had said, the Little Fairy felt she owed Lu Changyuan somewhat, so she intended to personally pick a few women to warm his bed—and she’d recently found herself losing to him in strength; she’d need some help.
What was wrong with that? She could just treat it as choosing maids for the Young Master. Back in the mortal world, what noble matron didn’t do the same?
There was only one rule she had to make sure of—
Young Master could like others, but he must like her just a little more.
“By that logic,” she said, “I should kick you out too, Wedding Garment. You’re up to no good as well.”
The Little Fairy in white grinned, dipped her fingers into the flour, and smeared it on Jiang Jiayi’s face. “Why not? Wedding Garment, do you want to be my Young Master’s bed-warming maid too?”
“Master’s Wife!”
Xia Lianxue huffed, but deep inside, she was genuinely wary of the Palace Mistress of the Sun-Moon Palace and Mei Zhao Zhao.
What was there to fear from Su Youwan? Could she turn the heavens upside down right under her nose? The real ones to watch were those the Young Master rarely mentioned—like the Palace Mistress of the Sun-Moon Palace.
A man and a woman traveling the world together, creating the Sun-Moon Palace through life and death—
She had never even experienced such a thing with him.
“What are you two talking about?” Lu Changyuan walked in, drawn by the scent.
Xia Lianxue immediately threw herself into his arms. “We’re talking about finding a bed-warming maid for you, Young Master. Do you want Wedding Garment, or Senior Sister—or both?”
Lu Changyuan tapped her forehead. “Enough, time to eat. Where’s my noodles?”
Still in his arms, Xia Lianxue squirmed playfully. “Not allowed to eat.”
Jiang Jiayi tilted her head away, pretending not to see anything. She too disliked Daoist Chang’an’s habit of eating plain noodles.
“Then what are we eating?”
Xia Lianxue pointed to the table full of dishes.
Lu Changyuan asked in surprise, “When did you learn to cook?”
“I’ve been learning for a long time. I just never had the chance to make it.”
She had learned back when she was still a mortal, hoping to cook delicious meals for the Little Doctor every day. Sadly, it had never come true—but it didn’t matter; things were good now too.
The Little Fairy in white peeked up from Lu Changyuan’s embrace. “Wedding Garment, go call Su Youwan and Senior Sister. Dinner’s ready.”
“Yes.”
Through the bright snow, a fairy in a black dress and a Daoist nun in pale robes approached.
Xia Lianxue waved. “Come eat, come eat.”
One table, five chairs.
This was the first New Year since Lu Changyuan had awakened.
In truth, none of the five sitting there needed food, nor were any of them ordinary people.
The Destined Heavenly Dao of Cihang Palace, the Dao of Time from the Jade Palace, the Dao of Death from ancient times, and the True Sword Dao of the innate sword body—
Each one terrifying in their own right. Yet now, they all obediently held small embroidered bowls, eating Xia Lianxue’s home-cooked meal.
Jiang Jiayi said softly, “If only Mo Yuan were here, then everyone would be complete.”
Xia Lianxue leaned close to Lu Changyuan, picking dishes for him, showing no curiosity about that name.
But Qiu Yuehan asked, “Who is Mo Yuan?”
Lu Changyuan replied calmly, “Leng Moyuan, your Senior Sister.”
Bang!
Fireworks burst brilliantly into the sky—it was already the next day, and the next year.
Xia Lianxue felt her heart as light as spring breeze brushing through willows. She said, “Happy New Year, Young Master.”
Lu Changyuan couldn’t help but pinch the Little Fairy’s cheek, making her giggle sweetly after a few playful protests.