CHAPTER 596: 0349 MISS AQING (2-IN-1)_2

Although the carriage was stable, it was better to have a steadier place for Miss Yun to do her makeup.

As the woman moved, the Little Cyan Snake coiled around her wrist, raising its head to look at Xu Chang’an.

"It won’t be a problem." Miss Qing shook her head: "Ms. Zhu is inviting the young master to the banquet, without your presence, it wouldn’t happen."

"Mm." Xu Chang’an nodded, just about to return to the carriage when his gaze suddenly swept over the emerald ribbon on the head of the woman in green clothes in front of him.

Miss Aqing?

This ribbon is quite pretty.

The woman in green noticed Xu Chang’an’s gaze on her hair, her delicate face turned slightly red, and she gathered the courage to ask: "Young master, why did you stop the carriage? If you are preparing a gift for Ms. Zhu, head north from here for a street full of makeup shops—there are many beautiful gifts suitable for Ms. Zhu there."

She thought Xu Chang’an didn’t want to attend the banquet empty-handed.

Unexpectedly, Xu Chang’an was thick-skinned, not caring about such trivialities. He had owed Zhu Pingniang enough already, so the existence of a greeting gift... was entirely meaningless.

"I just wanted to do some makeup, change into new clothes, attending the banquet... should be taken seriously." Xu Chang’an smiled.

"Change... clothes?" Miss Qing was slightly stunned, then saw the carriage window lifted slightly, revealing Yun Qian’s face.

There was another person in the carriage?

This is...

Miss Yun?

As a member of the Flower Moon Building, she naturally recognized Yun Qian.

Only, Miss Qing was a bit perplexed.

So, Miss Yun was in the carriage just now?

The woman hinted at a frown.

But soon, she felt it was only natural for Yun Qian to be there; otherwise, why would Xu Chang’an, a dignified Immortal Sect member, drive out just now?

While she was in a daze, she heard Xu Chang’an ask: "Miss, where can I buy a ribbon like yours on the makeup street you mentioned?"

He thought it would suit Yun Qian well to wear the ribbon, as Miss Yun said, "to resemble Miss Aqing."

"The ribbon..." Miss Qing came back to her senses, evidently not used to discussing such topics with a man, her voice slightly stammering: "It’s embroidered by me... by myself, not sold on the makeup street."

"I see." Xu Chang’an felt a bit disappointed.

Although the girls of the Piluo Residence also provided many ribbons, none were quite like hers.

"However..." Miss Qing glanced at Yun Qian’s side profile in the carriage, shook her head, and took out a semi-transparent emerald ribbon from her waist: "I have a small spare, if you don’t mind, young master, you may take it."

"Thank you, Miss." Xu Chang’an showed gratitude as he accepted the ribbon, yet Miss Qing’s hand instinctively pulled back a bit.

"What’s the matter?" Xu Chang’an asked.

"... I." Miss Qing lowered her head, then lifted it, those light green eyes reflecting Xu Chang’an’s shadow.

Looking at Xu Chang’an, Miss Qing softly said: "Young master, as a member of the Immortal Sect, you can naturally see that I’m a Half-Demon."

"Mm." Xu Chang’an calmly nodded.

He could clearly see that.

Miss Qing seemed a bit confused by Xu Chang’an’s calm demeanor, knowing that... in the past, whoever learned she was a Half-Demon, even Miss Lu of Flower Moon Building, was always wary of her.

Even Zhu Pingniang showed a hint of pity when she found out Miss Qing was a Half-Demon.

She had witnessed all kinds of looks since childhood, yet had never seen one like his.

"Young master, I am a Half-Demon with the blood of the Green-Scaled Snake." Miss Qing earnestly said.

On her wrist, the eyes of the Little Cyan Snake glistened with a hint of green light.

She didn’t understand.

Isn’t the young master from the Immortal Sect too?

Need to know, the Human Race sees the Demon Race as inherently evil, born with mana, and ordinary people naturally fear them. Especially in this era where the strength of the Demon Race is at an all-time peak, resulting in countless deaths and broken families.

To humans, demons represent absolute "evil."

All who encounter should slay them, and all cultivators see slaying demons and purging evil as their duty.

A Half-Demon, too, belongs to the demons.

Even more so, they attract more hatred than demons.

At this moment, as the light rain continued, Miss Qing’s words wouldn’t carry far in the slightly dim rainy day, only reaching Yun Qian inside the carriage.

Yun Qian felt this woman was a little different.

"Yes, I understand." Xu Chang’an met Miss Qing’s light green eyes.

Miss Qing stared at the young man before her in a daze.

At this moment, she suddenly understood why her sisters in the building liked this young master, much younger than herself.

Like those artiste-courtesans, it wasn’t sympathy they sought, but eyes just as calm.

"Young master, you are truly a strange person." Miss Qing sighed deeply.

"My wife often says the same." Xu Chang’an glanced into the carriage, looking a bit helpless.

Miss Qing understood Xu Chang’an’s mindset, but her unease did not lessen as she softly said.

"Miss Yun won’t mind, will she?"

Even if the young master didn’t mind her being a Half-Demon, what about Miss Yun?

After all, being a Half-Demon, particularly a long snake which women dislike most, it’s only normal to be considered filthy.

"It’s alright." Xu Chang’an shook his head, gently taking the emerald ribbon, and then discreetly handed a silver note to Miss Qing.

"..." Miss Qing understood the rules, knowing she couldn’t let the young master owe her a favor and comfortably accepted the silver note.

Watching Xu Chang’an walk towards the carriage with his back turned, she subconsciously touched the emerald ribbon behind her head.

Miss Qing suddenly remembered another "Miss Aqing" in the building.

Qingluo Sister, now also rumored to be on Chaoyun.

She chuckled.

"Right."

At this moment, Xu Chang’an turned back: "What is the young lady’s name?"

"Oh." Miss Qing raised her head: "Young master, you can just call me... Xiaoqing."

Xu Chang’an asked out of politeness and re-entered the carriage without much thought, pulling the curtain.

The woman named "Xiaoqing" returned to her seat in front, whispering with the little snake on her wrist.

A darker shade of green flashed quickly in her eyes, followed by some deeper thoughts surfacing.

If by chance Zhu Pingniang were to marry, would my body also serve as a dowry?

It’s kind of amusing.

Miss Qing looked up at the rain falling over the river.

Above, streams of rain were completely shielded by the spiritual power barrier left by Xu Chang’an on the roof of the carriage.

’Spiritual Power blocking rain.’

Her light green eyes squinted with curiosity.

She claimed it was the little snake disrupting the carriage that led her to talk to Xu Chang’an.

But in reality, she approached him because she saw someone using spiritual power to block the rain, which was known only to her.

Miss Qing walked out of Xu Chang’an’s spiritual power barrier range and looked up.

Soon, the rainwater passed through her own green spiritual power, soaking her face—

At least she couldn’t block it.

Somewhat interesting.

But what truly intrigued her was something else.

"How could an Immortal Sect not despise a Half-Demon in this world?"

Miss Qing mused.

There was also another matter.

She genuinely hadn’t noticed there was another person in the carriage earlier, not the slightest movement was detected.

"Qingluo isn’t quite Aqing, but there’s another big Aqing on Chaoyun Mountain. Now I’m the little Aqing... Qing Jun, how can all the good things in the world be taken by you?"

——

Inside the carriage.

Xu Chang’an climbed up with the emerald ribbon, then saw Yun Qian leaning against the window and watching.

"Miss, what are you looking at?"

Yun Qian suspected she was looking at that Qing-dressed lady, wondering if she was the "Miss Aqing" she understood, but she wasn’t. This woman, apart from having some cultivation and a similar name, had no relation to the Miss Aqing her husband liked.

As for Yun’s regard for someone’s "cultivation," it was naturally based on her encounters in this world so far.

For example, Shi Qingjun, who once "rendezvoused" with her husband late at night—by her standard, this green-clothed lady also had some cultivation.

Was this green-clothed woman comparable to Shi Qingjun’s cultivation?

At least more capable than Miss Zhu.

Yun Qian withdrew her gaze and then asked Xu Chang’an: "Why did you talk so much with her?"

Specially asking a woman for a ribbon, such ambiguous behavior was not her husband’s nature. He must have had some plan.

And her husband couldn’t detect the cultivation of this green-clothed lady.

Then... is he thinking about taking a concubine?!