All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

The daughter of the Confucian Sage, Li Zijun, left a letter for me?

In Su Bei's mind, the image of that gentle woman unconsciously emerged: the Glazed Step Shake gleaming softly, her lovely vermillion lips.

But why would she write a letter to me?

She reached out to take the letter Xiao Ruoching handed her. Just as she was about to open it, she heard Xiao Ruoching add, "Zi Jun said that Master should open it when she is alone."

"..."

Su Bei paused, her hand still on the letter. A slightly bizarre expression on her face, she looked at her prodigal disciple. After staring at her for a good while, she suddenly asked, "Since when did you two become so close?"

Hearing Su Bei's words, Xiao Ruoching stiffened. Mo Li, standing beside her, also tensed abruptly, then glanced at Xiao Ruoching thoughtfully.

"Because it's more natural to call her that. After all, constantly calling her 'the daughter of the Confucian Sage' seems a bit impersonal, and besides, she has a rather good impression of Master..."

"..."

Xiao Ruoching pursed her lips, forcefully suppressed the shock in her heart, and then explained with all seriousness.

That was close! I nearly gave myself away!

Su Bei nodded. Although she was somewhat puzzled, she had no intention of delving into the matter since her disciple wouldn't say more.

After all, with red destiny, it would be unseemly not to have any secrets.

She lightly wiped the corner of her mouth and shook her robe. The setting sun was just perfect!

Su Bei looked at her two disciples. Under the twilight, a gentle breeze blew, their silver and black hair fluttering. The dim light stretched their shadows long.

Unknowingly, there were now three people atop this cold No-Sword Peak.

The cottage's courtyard was blanketed in snow. Gazing from the railing, her vision passed through the bamboo forest and stretched far beyond. Though it lacked the clarity of old times, it possessed a unique charm. Her heart was tranquil, her spirit far-reaching.

"This cottage's courtyard is a bit small..." Su Bei said with a smile, speaking casually.

Then, she straightened the moon coronet on her head, brushed her robe, and with her hands behind her back, walked towards the cottage. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her voice carried far, "Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Let's have dumplings tonight."

"You two make them; your Master will take care of eating... Leave the goose. With the chickens all gone, we can't just ignore a goose."

"..."

The two disciples glanced at each other, then looked away again and followed her into the cottage.

...

Watching the two disciples energetically wrapping dumplings, though she had no idea where they got the filling from, Su Bei doubted if these oddly shaped creations could even be cooked properly.

"Hmm, perhaps you two should stop. I'm afraid of being poisoned," Su Bei said with utter seriousness, seeing Xiao Ruoching's face smeared with flour.

Frustrated, Xiao Ruoching slapped the ball of dough she'd misshapen into a dumpling onto the board. Then, she heard Mo Li snort with laughter.

Su Bei turned around with a ferocious look, pointing at the dough Mo Li had rolled, exasperated, "Are you making dumplings or buns? Can this even be eaten?"

"You're a young lady, and you can't even roll out dumpling skins properly?"

Raising her hand, she intended to feel that distinct elasticity from each of them once more.

But this time, her wish was not granted. The two prodigal disciples seemed to have learned their lesson. They immediately jumped up, keeping their distance from Su Bei as flour scattered everywhere.

Su Bei pouted, feeling somewhat bored, and turned to walk outside. "Wrap them well. Once you're done, go to the pigpen and call me for dinner."

"..."

With those words, her figure disappeared from the spot.

Mo Li watched Su Bei's receding figure, her eyes shimmering with unspoken thoughts. Once Su Bei had completely vanished, she looked at Xiao Ruoching and probed lightly, "Senior Sister, you and that Li Zijun aren't that close, are you?"

Xiao Ruoching's expression remained unchanged. She continued working the dough in her hands until she had molded it into the shape of a human head, then she spoke, "She's the daughter of the Confucian Sage. It can't hurt to be acquainted with her."

"Besides, she seems to have some good feelings towards Master..."

Mo Li grasped the rolling pin, sat down, pinched off a piece of dough, and began to work it, her words laced with hidden meaning, "So that's how it is. Truly worthy of being Senior Sister."

"You can befriend someone with just a few words."

Xiao Ruoching's lips curved downward. She looked up at Mo Li with a cold laugh and slammed her hand on the board. THWACK! Flour instantly scattered like dust in the air. Her eyes narrowed as she said, "Junior Sister, what do you mean by that?"

Mo Li kept her gaze down, unfazed by Xiao Ruoching's sudden action, still rolling the impossibly thin dumpling skin in her hand. Then, with a firm grip, the rolling pin in her hand snapped in two. Her voice was slow and measured, "Why are you speaking so loudly, Senior Sister? Look, because of you, the rolling pin... broke."

Xiao Ruoching's expression flickered as she stared at her junior sister, whose every word was barbed. She took a deep breath to calm herself and said, "I don't care what you're like outside, but on No-Sword Peak, I will always be your Senior Sister!"

"So, rein in that disgusting temper of yours."

Mo Li laughed dismissively, fiddling with the two broken pieces of the rolling pin, and said, "Senior Sister? Are you referring to the 'Senior Sister' who began her discipleship merely one month before me?"