CHAPTER 600: 0351 NECESSARY MEASURE (2-IN-1)

What kind of umbrella was that?

The woman in Qingyi stared blankly at the light-colored umbrella surface, with quiet embroidered pear blossoms subtly coming into view.

Muyu Peak always used pear blossoms as umbrella ornaments as well.

And for the first time, the woman in Qingyi realized that pear blossoms not only incite admiration but also look so beautiful.

"Miss, are you alright?" Xu Chang’an handed over the umbrella and, with a touch of spiritual power, instantly dried her soaked clothes, then met her eyes, shimmering with the essence of water.

"Miss, Miss?" The woman in Qingyi was pale as she slowly took the umbrella, still unsorted, with her eyes seemingly coated in mist. She murmured, "Were you... calling me?"

"Yes." Xu Chang’an nodded.

He felt somewhat helpless at the moment.

If not calling her, then who else would he be calling?

However, Xu Chang’an was patient. He had encountered too many half-demons and their scenarios on missions, such experiences almost stripped of being human. If the girl before him truly had a childhood as a half-demon, then whatever state she displayed while recalling these should be accommodated.

He thought this was the attitude towards recalling childhood, and compared it in his mind to Miss Yun, truly worlds apart.

"So, you were calling me." The mist in the woman in Qingyi’s eyes gradually dispersed, though something new arose there.

A gentle breeze passed through, like a stream flowing by a mirror.

The woman in Qingyi stood stunned, watching Xu Chang’an dismiss the spiritual barrier from the entire carriage, leaving only a portion in front of him.

This action was somewhat inexplicable.

Was this young gentleman worried... she would fear the Immortal Sect?

She could understand his kindness, though.

Raising the umbrella slightly, the woman in Qingyi watched Xu Chang’an’s back with a dazed look, wanting to say something, yet unable to.

She probably had never encountered such a situation.

The woman wanted to take a step forward, but before raising her leg, recalled the pain akin to scales being peeled, forged inch by inch, and her heart being compressed to the extreme.

Yet she still lifted her leg, puzzled, moving towards Xu Chang’an.

A faint fragrance of rouge emanated from the gentleman.

He wasn’t wearing rouge; he must be applying makeup for his wife in the carriage.

Xu Chang’an turned back and asked, "Feeling better?"

He didn’t ask for specific reasons.

The woman in Qingyi’s breathing gradually calmed from accelerated to steady; she nodded lightly, smelling the fragrance mingling with the rain and rouge.

"Yes, I’m feeling better."

Those heart tribulations and Dao Rhymes had already dissipated as she came back to her senses.

As if the immense worldly forces that pressured her before, those Dao Rhyme cages, were all a mere illusion.

Yet the woman knew herself; someone like her wouldn’t have illusions.

The woman in Qingyi raised the umbrella and looked at the young man ahead, asking confusedly, "Young Master, did you save me?"

"Save?"

The Qingyi woman saw a hint of helplessness in the young man’s eyes ahead.

"Miss, I simply handed you an umbrella; it wasn’t that serious."

"Young Master is right."

The Qingyi woman thought perhaps he simply came to deliver the umbrella, not deliberately to save her.

Is that so?

The Qingyi woman recalled the greedy breaths she took earlier, the faint feeling as if the rogue scent washed over her heart tribulation thunder and bodily constraints like a clear spring, and remained silent.

The world, indeed, is peculiar.

"Well, I have nothing else." Xu Chang’an thought for a moment, then said, "Since Unfastened Boat isn’t far now, staying with the carriage would delay your time, wouldn’t it?"

There’s no need for her to serve as a coachman for the last short distance.

If she’s afraid of the Immortal Sect, it’s better not to force it; after all, he’s here to cultivate good relationships.

That was Xu Chang’an’s thinking. As he wanted to say a bit more, he suddenly felt something touching his foot.

Looking down, he discovered it was a Little Cyan Snake gently rubbing against his ankle.

The snake’s usually cold eyes softened considerably, resembling a cute Li Hua.

"Ahem." Upon seeing this, a blush spread across the woman in Qingyi’s ears. She walked over, picked up the snake by the head, and shook her head: "I’ve caused you trouble, Young Master, but Ms. Zhu said... not to give up halfway is a rule, you can go ahead."

"Is this alright?" Xu Chang’an didn’t force it but remained somewhat concerned.

Psychological issues linger deeply.

This Qingyi lady seemed in a rather abnormal state no matter how one looked at it, perhaps having some rest would be better.

But upon seeing the determined look in her eyes, he had no choice but to promise her, and he returned to the carriage compartment himself.

As Xu Chang’an walked into the carriage, picking up the rouge paper on the table once again, Yun Qian finally lowered the curtain.

"Is it finished?"

"Yes, it’s done."

Xu Chang’an smiled: "Miss, it’s time for makeup, though my skills aren’t great; it’ll primarily be you doing it."

"..."

Yun Qian tilted her head.

So that was all?

What about the Qingyi lady?

How did her husband not mention a word?

Wasn’t it in the novels she read that such moments would lead to destined connections?

"What’s wrong?" Xu Chang’an felt confused under Yun Qian’s gaze.

"What about the Qingyi lady?" Yun Qian asked.

"Hmm, what about her?"

"You handed her an umbrella, then what?"

"Then? It has nothing to do with me." Xu Chang’an pinched Yun Qian’s face.