My Wife Is The Final Boss

The reason Yun Qian has some knowledge about wives and concubines is due to reading his books.

Never mind.

Yun Qian pinched the Fire Stone in her pocket, then looked at Liu Qingluo, who was stiff and becoming anxious in the silent environment.

She couldn't understand the feeling of sisterhood, but Liu Qingluo's existence was certainly special.

Some matters were ones which others could not provide answers to, but Liu Qingluo might have some insights.

Thus, Yun Qian slowly expressed her dilemma.

As for what dilemma it is?

It's naturally... asking Liu Qingluo whether she had been taken care of by her husband after falling sick or protected by the infusion of Spiritual Power.

"If you were to choose between the two, what would you do?" Yun Qian asked.

"..."

Yun Qian's question was so peculiar that upon hearing it, even the tears at the corner of Liu Qingluo's eyes twitched a few times.

Such troubles... could they be considered sweet worries?

She couldn't understand this Ms. Yun.

Normally, one wouldn't confide such matters to a stranger they happened to meet—and also...

Liu Qingluo sneaked a glance at Yun Qian.

Sister maintained an emotionless, completely calm attitude, as if she was not talking about anything embarrassing, but merely chatting about mundane matters.

"I don't know." Liu Qingluo earnestly replied.

"Mm." Yun Qian wasn't surprised.

After Liu Qingluo answered, she cautiously confirmed Yun Qian wasn't displeased before letting out a sigh of relief.

Regarding this matter, if it were her, she would choose not to fall sick and be protected by Spiritual Qi because her own feelings weren't important; the young master's wishes came above all.

Young master protected her because he did not want her to fall ill.

But she couldn't say that.

She could tell Yun Qian about the beautiful scenery of Muyu Peak, because it truly is beautiful here.

She couldn't answer Yun Qian's question about Spiritual Qi because it involved subjective emotions as a Courtesan.

She was forced to get close to Yun Qian but held her ground—she didn't want to trouble the young master.

Yun Qian noticed Liu Qingluo's fingers turning white from pinching, suddenly said: "You really are likable."

"!!!"

Liu Qingluo's body shook violently, her hair strands falling, and she said awkwardly: "What is Ms. Yun saying?"

"The wine you brew tastes quite good, I quite like it." Yun Qian said.

"Wine... oh." Liu Qingluo took a deep breath, calming her emotions.

So that's it.

She was talking about wine.

A bit of bitterness arose within her.

Actually, when she was at the tavern, she could still converse calmly with Yun Qian for a few words—unlike now, losing composure, she could warmly and calmly call "Ms. Yun."

But now that she has left the tavern and taken the opportunity from Zhu Pingniang to join the Immortal Sect with the young master, she has nothing to rely on, calling "sister" with raw awkwardness.

Her fondness for Xu Chang'an was sincere, and so was her restraint.

In a certain sense, she and Xu Chang'an were alike, both very patient.

There was nothing wrong with liking someone; she hadn't acted on that fondness excessively nor made any mistakes... yet in Liu Qingluo's heart, someone like her liking the young master itself was the greatest fault.

Therefore, seeing Yun Qian, she felt guilty and uneasy.

How could she maintain her dignified composure in front of high-ranking officials on Muyu Peak?

"As long as you like it, sister." Liu Qingluo said softly.

"I've told you, I quite like it." Yun Qian thought for a moment and said: "After frequently having your Jade Dew Wine, my tolerance has improved a little."

"Hmm... hmm." Liu Qingluo bowed her head even lower upon hearing Jade Dew.

Golden Wind and Jade Dew.

Her tavern doesn't sell any wine called Golden Wind, because Xu Chang'an, who comes to buy wine, is the Golden Wind.

Liu Qingluo knew she wasn't worthy of being Jade Dew, so when Xu Chang'an met Jade Dew Wine, she merely stood by and watched.

That's the truth.

But thinking of the current situation, Xu Chang'an's wife speaks of Jade Dew before such a scheming woman, she becomes anxious again.

Unable to explain, she can only lower her eyes, clutching at her skirt hem.

"Can you brew a wine slightly more spicy than Jade Dew Wine?" Yun Qian asked.

Her tolerance had increased a little, and she wished to try something new with Xu Chang'an.

Naturally, she looked to Liu Qingluo because Yun Qian had only ever liked her wine so far.

"Sure." Liu Qingluo agreed without a thought, having thoroughly grasped Yun Qian's taste from Xu Chang'an's descriptions.

At least in terms of taste and tolerance, apart from Xu Chang'an, she understood Yun Qian the most.

Encountering each other in the Immortal Sect then discussing wine, Liu Qingluo inevitably felt a... dreamy sensation.

She quickly recollected herself, explaining: "Ms. Yun, I just arrived on the mountain... currently lacking the tools, it might take some time."

Yun Qian indicated she understood.

The Jade Dew Wine at home still had plenty, she was just mentioning it, wasn't in a hurry to drink.

"Ms.… Ms. Yun... if you're in a hurry, I could find a way." Liu Qingluo took a deep breath.

She felt Gu Qiancheng was quite good to her, having liked her wine; it shouldn't be hard to get some tools.

She had just entered the Immortal Sect and originally didn't want to owe people, but if Yun Qian needed it, she'd do it.

"No rush." Yun Qian said, her gaze landing on Liu Qingluo.

Her eyes slowly appraised Liu Qingluo.

Thinking of her earlier behavior, an intense unease welled up within Liu Qingluo, realizing quickly—she had behaved too strangely in front of Yun Qian.

Practically implying it was because of Xu Chang'an.

Ms. Yun was a smart individual.

To anyone, her nervous, anxious demeanor would seem suspicious.

"Should we not consider each other sisters?" Yun Qian asked.

She genuinely was asking, having only seen her few times, yet Liu Qingluo was overly attentive.

Her mood brightened, knowing it was due to Xu Chang'an, using a phrase... perhaps love me, love my dog?

It might seem odd.

But Yun Qian herself always acted that way regarding the people around Xu Chang'an, loving them as if they were her own.

Yet her words meant completely differently in Liu Qingluo's ears.

Not considered sisters?

Indeed, calling her Ms. Yun was... too intimate.

"Replying to miss, Qingluo... Qingluo didn't mean that." Liu Qingluo, for some reason, felt relief when Yun Qian displayed a distant attitude.

Apparently, there was no other motive for Ms. Yun approaching her, merely wanting new wine.

Knowing Yun Qian had a reason, Liu Qingluo felt at ease.

The world's most pathetic thing was being unable to comprehend.

Yet Liu Qingluo was very young, and had she deciphered Yun Qian's strategy, Miss Yun would no longer be Miss Yun.

——

The daylight vanished, and the smoke and rain intensified suddenly, pouring torrentially, creating deafening sounds throughout heaven and earth as if overshadowing the upcoming conversation.

Liu Qingluo was startled by the abrupt storm, worriedly glanced at Gu Qiancheng's direction, suddenly shrouded in shadow.

Yun Qian had already risen, standing before her.

"Miss."

Seeing Yun Qian risen, she naturally couldn't remain seated, thus she too stood up, but the moment Liu Qingluo did, she met Yun Qian's eyes.

Those clear and mirror-like eyes, seemed able to see through her heart.

Heavy rain poured, water accumulating past the pavilion, flowing around their embroidered shoes.

"..."

Liu Qingluo being stared down by Yun Qian, should be uneasy.

Yun Qian's gaze differed greatly from before, profound and serious.

Liu Qingluo realized, Yun Qian had something to say to her.

Her whole being calmed down, yet the trembling eyes betrayed her calm demeanor.

Actually, back in Beisang City, still a Wine Lady, she prepared herself for the possibility of being questioned by the young master's wife.

Sure enough, Yun Qian asked about matters related to Xu Chang'an.

——

"What do you think of him?"

"Young master is a good man."

This was about the warmest light in her heart, she couldn't bring herself to lie.

"A good man? I've heard that phrase before."

Yun Qian nodded, glanced toward the Dining Hall on Muyu Peak, and asked.

"Do you like good men?"