Gu Qiancheng couldn’t contain her excitement. She tiptoed and swayed her body, and the bell at her waist jingled more urgently: "Ms. Yun is looking at me! Should I go over? Should I?!"
"Hmm... hmm." Liu Qingluo nodded frantically: "She’s looking, looking at you, probably."
It would be best, best if she was looking at Gu Qiancheng, and not at her.
Liu Qingluo felt very flustered at this moment, and she tightly clenched her clothes.
The young girl held onto her small red umbrella tightly, the umbrella she’d used for many years, with cracks on the handle from her grip spiraling upwards, almost completely damaged.
She thought Yun Qian was looking at her.
She took a step forward, but Gu Qiancheng forcefully suppressed her urge to rush over. The source of thɪs content is ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet
Earlier, she’d confirmed with Liu Qingluo that Yun Qian wouldn’t be happy hearing her call her "mother."
It wasn’t the right time yet.
She still wasn’t familiar enough with Yun Qian.
Being deliberately noticed by Yun Qian , it was the first time, but she dared not do anything.
Gu Qiancheng feared that if she approached Yun Qian, she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself; if she accidentally called out "mother"... she’d be seen as a weirdo.
If Yun Qian considered her a weirdo, Gu Qiancheng felt she’d be scarred for life, unable to focus on her cultivation. Yun Qian would surely become her greatest Heart Demon.
So, Gu Qiancheng tightly hugged the small tree next to her, restraining herself, to ensure she wouldn’t lose her senses.
Sure enough, she should start with the man whose cooking was better than the Second Lady’s... ask him to say some good words for her, which might be very useful.
Gu Qiancheng was flustered, and so was Liu Qingluo.
’I’ve... only met Ms. Yun once, she shouldn’t remember me.’
Liu Qingluo had only seen Yun Qian once at a wine shop, and even then, they hadn’t exchanged more than ten words... just a customer buying wine, presumably being just an ordinary wine lady in Yun Qian’s eyes.
So thought Liu Qingluo.
At this moment, Yun Qian suddenly picked up a nearby umbrella and opened it, seemingly about to walk out of the pavilion.
With light rain falling from the sky, Liu Qingluo felt as if her heart was being clenched by someone.
She’d already been seen; she couldn’t possibly do something as disrespectful as turning around and running away now.
Liu Qingluo didn’t know why Yun Qian’s eyesight was so good; her legs felt heavy, and her head buzzed.
However, the next scene allowed Liu Qingluo to relax.
Because Yun Qian, after opening the umbrella and staring for a while, closed it again and did not walk out of the pavilion.
The pavilion was on a slope; Yun Qian glanced in Liu Qingluo’s direction and saw that the thin layer of water on the ground was splashed by the rain, sending ripples with the gusting wind. She then gave up on going out.
When Xu Chang’an left, he told her to enjoy the scenery and didn’t ask her to stay in the pavilion. She only needed not to go too far.
So, she had some things to discuss with Liu Qingluo, to ask her opinion.
After all, didn’t Liu Qingluo just say that her makeup skills had some merit?
As Yun Qian was going to learn makeup from Li Zhibai, having another teacher wouldn’t hurt.
Of course, not just any Makeup Artist could follow her to learn; the fact that Xu Chang’an liked her was very important, and it was clear that Xu Chang’an had said he liked Liu Qingluo.
If Xu Chang’an knew Yun Qian’s thoughts, he’d surely feel helpless.
He said that liking meant, under the premise of not doing bad, that a person who is diligent and strong doesn’t necessarily deserve respect, but in any case, shouldn’t be slighted and insulted for their efforts.
Someone like Liu Qingluo, of course, Xu Chang’an naturally liked, but this kind of liking had nothing to do with romantic love between a man and a woman.
But Yun Qian didn’t care about those details, like means like, don’t like means don’t like.
Yun Qian took out a piece of candied fruit she had brought from Li Zhibai’s place and put it into her mouth, chewing slowly and elegantly.
She didn’t go over to talk to Liu Qingluo, for a simple reason.
She still needed to conserve her strength to return to Celestial Bright Peak; she couldn’t walk too far.
Moreover, if she went out and got her shoes wet, her husband would criticize her for not taking care of herself when he returned.
Yun Qian looked in the direction Xu Chang’an had left, her eyes flashing with a hint of light, and then she slowly lowered her head.
Xu Chang’an valued Li Zhibai highly; he was still carefully selecting ingredients for dinner and probably wouldn’t be back for a while.
After all, Xu Chang’an was very confident about Muyu Peak.
So Yun Qian knew she’d be staying here for a while longer.
With this in mind, Yun Qian once again stood up, looked towards Liu Qingluo’s direction, lifted her hand, waved her sleeve, and her cherry lips opened and closed, saying something.
At this moment, Yun Qian’s sudden movement instantly stirred the hearts of the spectators, and everyone’s gaze fell on the tree, looking at Gu Qiancheng who was clinging desperately, now with both feet off the ground.
"Qiancheng, what are you doing?" A woman transmitted her voice.
"It’s unbecoming for a girl."
"Eh? Who’s the girl next to Qiancheng? She looks unfamiliar," one girl riding a Profound Crane and holding a white umbrella looked at Liu Qingluo curiously.
"By her demeanor and cultivation, Open Source Realm... is she a child of the Hehuan Sect?"
"She’s quite pretty."
The phenomenon of the Protective Spiritual Qi brought by Liu Qingluo’s Immortal Talent was covered by the women of Muyu Peak, so before it was made public, people couldn’t feel Liu Qingluo’s uniqueness.