My Wife Is The Final Boss

Chapter 1062 - 582: Ah Qing Is Also a Popular Young Lady (Double-Length)

Yun Qian’s eyes at first glance are quite ordinary, with contours just like typical women, resembling eyes often filled with fatigue and dullness. Apart from Xu Chang’an’s perspective, they wouldn’t really be considered beautiful.

As for the girl Yun Qian herself, at first sight, she does not give the impression of extreme charm.

Ah Qing thought carefully and felt perhaps it was because Yun Qian always carried an indescribable ’unremarkable’ quality, always seemed like she deliberately concealed herself. When Yun Qian was with Xu Chang’an, the first thing anyone would notice would always be Xu Chang’an, not her.

It is such an odd feeling.

Yet.

Once you manage to look away from Xu Chang’an, you’d quickly notice Yun Qian’s presence, and soon fall into her as Ah Qing did.

That feeling is like looking at stars.

The same starry sky, viewed in the hustle and bustle filled with lights of a town, versus gazing alone on the open field, is completely contrasting. The former is a grey mist, whereas the latter is dazzling beyond human imagination’s limit.

Yun Qian is the starry sky, Xu Chang’an is like the light hiding her existence.

So, when Ah Qing temporarily let go of Young Master Xu from her mind, Miss Yun’s ordinary eyes suddenly became extremely captivating.

No, they turned as stunning as black pearls.

This girl’s eyes... how can they be so beautiful?

Ah Qing just recalled Yun Qian’s eyes and felt her split soul’s mood reached the essence, warming even her body submerged under the Abyss Sea, like a freshly rising sun she once saw at the southern sea’s edge, dispelling the dust covering her heart.

Very fond of them.

The thought of herself performing a dance on stage, being watched from beginning to end with such gaze... Ah Qing became tense and excited, so much that her fine fingers visibly trembled.

"How come... I’ve turned into such a person without ambition." Ah Qing smiled wryly, yet her eyes remained lively.

She couldn’t recall how many years it had been since she’d felt such excitement and anticipation that she trembled.

The last time... perhaps it was back during her maiden years, when she was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of Shi Qingjun’s figure... Back then she didn’t feel she lacked ambition, only considered herself lucky, since Qing Jun was indeed the true god of Qing Province.

But now, she felt even being watched by Shi Qingjun was nothing.

"Phew..."

Slowly breathing out, Ah Qing forcibly calmed her emotions.

No matter excitement or nervousness, she had to maintain her best state... After all, tonight wasn’t just a dazzling starry sky, the worldly noise of Chang’an was present too.

At least, she wanted to leave an impression of her figure in Xu Chang’an’s memory.

Even if it’s just a faint mark.

Even if it’s just a memory like ’there’s an extraordinarily eye-catching girl in Flower Moon Building.’

Even if there were concerns about mismatched looks and temperament, or possible fears about another identity, it didn’t matter.

Over negative emotions, making oneself memorable to those who matter... This is what Ah Qing learned from Shi Qingjun.

Previously, she couldn’t make Shi Qingjun remember her existence, but now bringing her up, Shi Qingjun wouldn’t fail to recognize, not because she shared the Qiankun Realm, but...

She was a troublesome woman in Shi Qingjun’s heart.

That was enough.

"Ah Qing, sister." At this moment, someone called her, and turning around, Ah Qing saw a woman dressed in zither attire. Her silk was evidently different compared to other girls in the Flower Moon Building, lacking seductive charm, but more grand and serene, with long hair styled elegantly at the back, exuding untold elegance and nobility.

"Miss Qin...?" Ah Qing blinked.

She recognized this woman; her status in Flower Moon Building wasn’t low. If she remembered correctly, the closing piece of the banquet was performed by her, showcasing her status.

"Little sister, don’t be formal, just call me Ms. Qin..." Miss Qin softly smiled and walked behind Ah Qing, glancing at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes carried a bit of warmth.

Such a beautiful girl.

Her gaze swept over Ah Qing from her forehead, to her nose bridge, lips, and collarbone, missing no detail.

The cyan attire wrapped around the girl’s chest, her fair skin revealed a soft color in the air.

Miss Qin slowly smoothed out the flaw in Ah Qing’s hair at her ear, then spoke from behind.

"Little sister Qing, just wait a moment, I’ll warm up the place for you, lest those girls get too arrogant and lose their manners toward you."

Without waiting for Ah Qing’s response, she walked out.

Ah Qing: "...?"

Since when had she been treated with such gentleness in Flower Moon Building?

Touching her own face.

Ah Qing suddenly realized, the girls here one more pragmatic than the other.

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A beam of light fell on the stage of Flower Moon Building. As Ah Qing was about to take the stage, a fragrance mixed with peony and crabapple flowers filled Flower Moon Building, silence engulfed the hall, everyone’s eyes were focused on the few girls announcing the performances at the front.

At this point, another woman strode confidently, passing through everyone’s sight, adorned in dark satin robes, red silk linings, embroidered with red floral patterns, broad-sleeved cuffs adorned with brocade silk patterns, elegant and noble.

As she knelt. A girl brought a guqin to place before her.

"Ah Qing is taking the stage, let Ms. Qin play an opening tune first." The announcing girl said with a smile.

All at once, murmurs spread among the girls below.

Ms. Qin, who so far aside from Zhu Pingniang, holds the furthest reach in zither skill at Flower Moon Building, countless people spend lavishly for her performance, yet it depends on her mood, anyhow due to her reclusive nature they remain unperturbed by silver, whereas in Flower Moon Building aside from being utterly compliant to Zhu Pingniang, sometimes even Steward Lu doesn’t get her favor... her status far exceeds the traditional courtesans.