Qingxuan Sect, Luo Yueguan courtyard.
When Chu Xianning arrived by sword, Luo Yueguan had not yet woken up from her nap.
In the past, as the Sect Master, Luo Yueguan had the mindset to manage the sect and handle various sect affairs. However, in recent years, especially recently, Luo Yueguan had become increasingly lazy, leaving all sect matters to the elders.
The elders could naturally handle everything within the sect without any major issues, but Luo Yueguan’s authority as Sect Master had indeed been gradually eroded. In the past, Luo Yueguan might have been displeased, but now… let them manage it. Whoever wants to be in charge can be in charge. It didn’t matter if Luo Yueguan passed on the position to someone else later.
She had once been obsessed with power, mistakenly believing that holding power would bring her peace. But now, she had seen through everything and no longer cared about these trivial matters. It was just that today, she had accidentally overslept again.
She never slept well. Every time she woke up at such times, only dim clouds remained outside the window, and the world was silent. Her muddled thoughts in her mind had not yet cleared, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world. Luo Yueguan curled up slightly, unsure whether to continue sleeping or get up and walk around.
But soon, someone made the decision for her.
A knocking sound echoed outside her room. In an instant, Luo Yueguan became extremely annoyed. She already had a slight temper when waking up and she usually attached great importance to her personal space. No one in the sect was allowed to enter her courtyard without her permission. Yet, someone dared to provoke her now? Before she could even utter her angry words, the moment she sensed a familiar aura outside the door, her anger vanished without a trace.
She blew a breath, and a surge of spiritual qi opened the door. Luo Yueguan lay on her side on the bed, still wearing a thin, translucent purple nightgown. Her figure was voluptuous and alluring. Her slender hand propped up her cheek, her eyes looked at Chu Xianning with a gentle and soft gaze, her voice seeming to carry a hint of coquettishness, “Why are you here?”
“Guanxue Mountain is too noisy, so I came here to avoid it for a few days.”
“Too noisy?” Luo Yueguan was first stunned, then she quickly understood. She knew that Luo Qingyu was at the Tian Xuan Sect at the moment. According to the rules, Luo Qingyu would at least pay a visit to Chu Xianning. Given Chu Xianning’s personality, it was perfectly reasonable for her to find it too noisy.
But the fear was that her visit might not be solely because of the noise.
Luo Yueguan tried hard not to show any signs of guilt, then languidly said, “Sit down, I’ll lie down for a while longer. I just slept for a bit too long, and my head is still a little groggy.”
Chu Xianning sat down in the room and calmly started making tea.
Luo Yueguan was not wearing underclothes. Her underclothes were casually tossed by the bedside. At this moment, her eyes were fixed on Chu Xianning. Chu Xianning’s expression had always been cold and detached, without any change. She said faintly, “What is it?”
“You’re so beautiful, Chu Xianning.” Luo Yueguan suddenly smiled. But Chu Xianning merely glanced at her indifferently, placed the brewed tea on the table by her bedside, and brought it to her. Chu Xianning could see through such a low-level attempt to change the subject at a glance, but she didn’t intend to expose it.
She hadn’t come to hold Luo Yueguan accountable. She just didn’t want to see Jiang Huai running back and forth between Guanxue Mountain and Wen Wanwan’s courtyard these days, returning to her bed at night reeking of perfume, or not returning at all. The next morning, when she saw him return. She would then see that he had ejaculated more than a dozen times. Just thinking about it made Chu Xianning feel a slight tightness in her chest.
“Do you like the flower we gave you?” Luo Yueguan asked in a seemingly flattering tone, but Chu Xianning glanced at her sideways and asked faintly, “You guys?”
“Eh, anyway, I couldn’t decide which one to choose before, so I let Jiang Huai choose. After he chose, it was going to be planted in your courtyard anyway, so it’s like giving it to you.”
Chu Xianning looked at her helplessly, without saying a word.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Luo Yueguan suddenly looked at her reproachfully. Chu Xianning gazed into her eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment. She had known Luo Yueguan for so many years and was extremely familiar with each other’s expressions and tones. Luo Yueguan could often tell if she was lying, so how could she not?
“Why hide it?” Chu Xianning raised her eyelashes slightly. “Jiang Huai will tell me what needs to be said. He won’t hide it from me.”
“Then what did he tell you?” Luo Yueguan’s fingertips lightly clenched the hem of her dress, and an inexplicable unease welled up in her heart.
“I’m not telling you.” Chu Xianning picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. A moment later, Luo Yueguan’s eyes widened. She immediately sat up in bed, leaned closer, and hugged Chu Xianning’s waist. “Tell me, quickly tell me. What did he say to you? How did he describe my relationship with him? Did he tell you what we did? Quickly tell me…”
Chu Xianning merely extended her hand with dissatisfaction and gently tapped her forehead. “Ask him yourself.”
Luo Yueguan knew she couldn’t pry information out of Chu Xianning. She sat up from the bed, leaned against the wall, and her eyes couldn’t help but look at Chu Xianning. “Then you came to find me… to hold me accountable?”
Chu Xianning glanced at her faintly. “I just came for some peace and quiet for two days.”
“Aren’t you jealous?”
“Jealous of whom?”
“Of me.” Luo Yueguan patted her chest. She looked down at her slightly trembling chest. After a moment, she chuckled at herself. She looked at Chu Xianning’s face again, and Chu Xianning was still so calm, just helpless.
“Strange… strange, strange, but it doesn’t seem so strange when it happens to you. Chu Xianning, Chu Xianning, can you tell me what exactly you’re thinking?”
“What?”
“You are a strange woman. I’ve never seen you get jealous. Are you just going to watch him flirt with women everywhere?”
“I am his Master, not his mother. Who he wants to be intimate with is his own business.”
“Once a master, always a father. Aren’t you angry at all?”
Luo Yueguan was still confused. She always wished she were Chu Xianning. She only had to say to Jiang Huai, “If you dare to flirt with other women again, I won’t talk to you anymore,” and Jiang Huai would definitely be obedient. He would appear as a gentleman to all strange women, not getting close to them, and wouldn’t give other women any opportunity.
“I can’t control him,” Chu Xianning replied calmly.
Luo Yueguan stared intently at Chu Xianning’s eyebrows and eyes for a long time. Suddenly, inspiration struck her, and she suddenly understood.
Chu Xianning had always considered herself Jiang Huai’s Master. Moreover, she had always been indifferent and disliked being controlled by others, nor did she like controlling others. That’s why she gave Jiang Huai so much freedom. What Jiang Huai liked most, of course, was her indifferent personality.
“Then aren’t you coming to me because you’re annoyed seeing him being intimate with other women? Why don’t you talk to him and tell him that besides the ones he has now, he’s not allowed to flirt with other women anymore? Not even one. If he does, I’ll break his legs.”
Luo Yueguan would never say such things in front of Jiang Huai, but she was instigating Chu Xianning to say them now. Yet, Chu Xianning still replied faintly, “I won’t say it.”
“You clearly like him so much. Are you still hiding and tucking away at this point?”
“I’m not hiding anymore,” Chu Xianning turned her head and said very seriously to Luo Yueguan, “and I’m not tucking away either.”
“You admit it?” Luo Yueguan was stunned.
“I admit it,” Chu Xianning replied calmly, her voice clear and cold, yet as firm as if struck on the ground.
“Then you have to control him even more! Men, they need to be controlled. If you don’t manage him properly, he’ll flirt around everywhere and become lawless. Perhaps in the future, a bunch of women will live in your courtyard every day, running around and causing trouble. Doesn’t just thinking about it make you incredibly annoyed?”
“Then I’ll move out,” Chu Xianning replied coldly.
“Even so, you’re not even willing to give him a verbal warning?”
“There’s nothing to say,” Chu Xianning turned her face away. “If he understands, he doesn’t need me to say it. If he doesn’t understand, it’s useless even if I say it.”
“Then do you think he understands or not?” Luo Yueguan was amused by Chu Xianning’s childish logic. At this moment, she looked at her eyes playfully, waiting for Chu Xianning to give an answer.
“He…” Chu Xianning fell silent for a moment.
Actually, she always felt that Jiang Huai understood everything.
In the past, she had been stern with Jiang Huai, always acting as his Master, so Jiang Huai had no reservations. The girls around him gradually increased from Luo Qingyu to Wen Wanwan, then to her twin sister, then to Bai Li, and then to Luo Yueguan. Chu Xianning didn’t blame Jiang Huai because she hadn’t given him any sweetness back then, so why should she expect him to only revolve around her?
Now, her relationship with her disobedient disciple had become ambiguous. She could no longer deceive herself with the identity of Master. When Luo Yueguan asked if he understood, Chu Xianning was truly stunned for a moment, but after a moment, she suddenly smiled.
“He understands,” Chu Xianning looked back at Luo Yueguan, a faint smile on the corner of her lips.
“If he understands, then why is he still entangled with those girls?”
“Because I didn’t need him to understand before, so he didn’t. But now it’s different.”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying more and more.”
Chu Xianning thought for a moment and said softly, “I was indifferent to him before, so he didn’t need to understand. Who he wanted to like or be intimate with was his own business. Now that I’m treating him well, he’ll understand without me saying anything. Besides, I’ve never seen him actively pursue other women. It’s always other women who pursue him. But now that things have reached this point, should I abandon him? There’s no such principle in the world.”
“You talk about your disciple as if she’s some rare treasure. Matters of love are never one-sided. Even if other women are pursuing him, doesn’t he have any fault for not resisting the temptation?”
“Aren’t you the one?” Chu Xianning looked at Luo Yueguan innocently. At this moment, her expression was still as cold as ever, and the faint smile on her lips seemed particularly distant. She reached out, her slightly cool fingertips gently lifted Luo Yueguan’s chin, and her voice carried a hint of ethereality. “You just want to use my mouth to make me say what you want to say to him, because he will listen to me, but he might not listen to you. You are jealous of me, Luo Yueguan.”
“Clearly, you are the one you just described, clinging to him, relying on him, and refusing to let go, acting spoiled and begging. If not for that, how could he have softened his heart towards you?”
Luo Yueguan’s body trembled slightly, and the flames of jealousy in her heart began to burn fiercely.
“I am clinging, I am relying, I like it. I even fed him milk a few days ago! What? As his Master, who is both a teacher and a mother, have you ever fed him?”
Humiliated by Chu Xianning, Luo Yueguan threw away her pride and started acting shamelessly. Chu Xianning’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and a ripple of emotion stirred in her formerly calm heart. At this moment, Luo Yueguan seemed to have returned to her mischievous child persona. Seeing the anger in Chu Xianning’s eyebrows, an indescribable sense of triumph welled up in her heart, and then…
Her earlobe was pricked by Chu Xianning’s fingertip. She flinched and hugged her chest, glaring at her reproachfully, “It hurts!”
“Shameless,” Chu Xianning’s voice carried a hint of gritting her teeth.
“So what if I’m shameless? What about it?”
“I want him to stay away from you.” As soon as Chu Xianning finished speaking, Luo Yueguan, who had been acting fiercely moments ago, suddenly became like a cat with its tail stepped on. She leaned closer, hugged Chu Xianning’s arm, and looked at her pitifully, her voice turning into a coquettish plea, “You’re not allowed to do this.”
