My Wife Is The Final Boss

"Senior?" Liu Qingluo blinked.

Shi Qingjun was dressed in the most ordinary clothes, and didn't appear very old, looking even younger than that Senior Wen they encountered before, so Liu Qingluo found it hard to grasp the term "Senior."

"Don't think about it, she definitely is, or how else could she touch my Hehuan Bell, which has a restriction on it; ordinary cultivators would... forget it." Gu Qiancheng said confidently, "Sister, don't be fooled by her youth; here, there are ladies who have not stopped their menstrual blood even at five hundred years old, you can't tell anything just by appearance."

"Ah!" Liu Qingluo, listening to Gu Qiancheng, froze for a moment and glanced around at the people playing in the water, then bent down to whisper in Gu Qiancheng's ear, "What are you talking about, saying such words about a woman's period; you shouldn't speak of it like that."

Saying such things in public, even though she was from a brothel, still made her blush.

Fortunately, Gu Qiancheng was young, and it was understandable as careless talk.

"Menstrual blood... is very normal, Sister, don't mind my age, I've been here for over two years." Gu Qiancheng raised her head proudly and then said seriously, "When menstruation arrives, the Spirit Road opens... this is Heaven's favor to us ladies, Sister should change her mindset, and not be influenced by worldly views."

"Is... is that so." Liu Qingluo's eyes widened greatly, stammering, as for how she felt...

Liu Qingluo lowered her head, her left hand covering her abdomen.

What kind of cultivation is this... it feels not quite proper.

She hadn't read much of the cultivation techniques before opening the source, and then just felt waves of Spiritual Qi occasionally drilling into her abdomen, into that precious place where a woman nurtures life.

Gu Qiancheng said that it's a talent allowing her to cultivate all the time, yet she herself only felt uneasy.

Now, menstrual blood could actually be talked about.

Heaven's favor.

This Heavenly Dao... feels not quite proper either.

Liu Qingluo, as a woman, disbelieves heaven and destiny, only believing in the young master, Madam Aunt, and silver, as she doesn't find her thoughts rebellious.

"Menstrual blood is nothing shameful, men wish they had it too." Gu Qiancheng scoffed lightly.

"Whatever Sister says, must be right." Liu Qingluo nodded, lowering her eyes.

Gu Qiancheng then said, "However, what the senior Sister said is correct, I can't let Mother's magical artifact lose face."

Must cultivate well.

But before that, since she's here, she must see Ms. Yun, only then can she focus on returning to cultivate properly.

Avoiding restless sitting, that's also a form of cultivation.

Gu Qiancheng said while opening the information network on Muyu Peak, tracking Xu Chang'an according to the girls' chat records.

She looked curiously at Liu Qingluo, feeling like Liu Qingluo seemed to have something on her mind but wisely did not ask.

"..."

Liu Qingluo quietly followed Gu Qiancheng forward, the light in her eyes flickering intermittently.

She knows why she cares so much about "etiquette," why she reacted so strongly upon hearing the word menstruation.

Before meeting Xu Chang'an, Liu Qingluo was very glad that she was an Artiste-Courtesan at Wanzhi Building and not a Courtesan, later entering Flower Moon Building under Zhu Pingniang's protection, preserving her purity.

But ultimately, she was not a clean person.

That's why she cares so much, is always afraid to wear makeup, to let people know she can dance, drink well, let people know her chess skills are excellent, proficient in playing the qin.

After redemption, all these would expose her past as an Artiste-Courtesan, thus she doesn't wish to reveal any "special" aspect of herself.

Like a startled bird, less than an ordinary woman.

However, after meeting Xu Chang'an, everything changed.

Being looked at by Xu Chang'an's gaze, she thought that actually Artiste-Courtesans and Courtesans were no different, even if she lost her purity, Xu Chang'an wouldn't look down on her.

Later, when Xu Chang'an returned to Beisang City, she'd have girlfriends come by her tavern to give notice.

From then on, whether Xu Chang'an came by her shop for wine or not, she would start dressing up again.

As the former courtesan of Wanzhi Building, her makeup skills and female advantages were outstanding throughout Beisang City.

Liu Qingluo had secretly watched Yun Qian many times, never seeing her use much rouge, so Liu Qingluo's makeup was usually subtle.

But no matter how good her makeup was, the young master never took an extra glance.

Of course, she said she had moved on, but... the worldview formed in ordinary society wasn't easily overturned.

Liu Qingluo's face flushed.

Menstrual blood... was such a thing casually spoken?

Wait.

The young master is a steward on Muyu Peak, isn't he always being frivolous with the ladies?

...

She knew she was rambling.

But even while hinting to herself to cultivate hard, to be useful, while walking on Muyu Peak, she could always hear the name Xu Chang'an frequently mentioned by the pretty girls.

Having seen Xu Chang'an from afar and visited his yard... it's hard not to care.

Always... pondering.

She doesn't hope for anything else, just yearns a bit, doesn't trouble others, won't be discovered by anyone.

A blush crept on Liu Qingluo's ear.

But very quickly, Liu Qingluo felt the Spiritual Qi gathered inexplicably in her elixir field stagnate slightly, several strands of coldness made her shiver.

Feeling like she sensed something, Liu Qingluo turned to look at a pavilion by the creek, the blush on her face quickly faded, replaced by some pallor.

She saw a woman dressed in a black and white gown, wearing a veil, who could only be Miss Yun.

——

The creek gathered into a small pond, with clear demarcations, its sides rushing like flying pearls scattering jade, the calm parts resembling silver lakes flowing gently, neatly, chaotically in sound.

The rushing water swept past the corner of the pavilion, forming a stream, splashing water upwards, creating blossoming white lotuses, wetting Yun Qian's skirt hem.

Yun Qian leaned against the railing watching the water, feeling surrounded by the continuous water sounds, the incessant "whush" sounds.

Both the newcomers and the water.

She liked them very much.

——

At this time, Xu Chang'an was nowhere to be seen, with only Yun Qian sitting by the railing, seemingly watching the streaming water beneath.

She must be waiting for Xu Chang'an to return.

Ah.

How did she encounter Ms. Yun.

Liu Qingluo clutched her clothing corner nervously, back in the shop she could only talk to Yun Qian once which was already her limit... so she definitely wouldn't approach her a second time.

It's not fear, nor feeling guilty because she likes Xu Chang'an.

Liu Qingluo just didn't want her own rich dusty aura to stain Yun Qian, such a clear and clean person, otherwise, it would be repaying kindness with revenge?

To not approach Yun Qian, that's her bottom line.

So instinctively she wanted to turn and leave.

But before she could escape, she felt her hand caught by a pair of iron clamps, she turned her head to see Gu Qiancheng holding her wrist, silent.

Gu Qiancheng initially wanted to rush to disturb Yun Qian, knowing Xu Chang'an wasn't by her side, thinking it was a great opportunity.

But seeing the moisture in Liu Qingluo's eyes, she ultimately held back, whispering, "Sister Liu, let's just stay here and watch from afar, alright?"

Liu Qingluo: "..."

Gu Qiancheng looked at lonely Yun Qian in the pavilion, adding, "There are many strange people on Muyu Peak, I'm not comfortable with Ms. Yun being alone here... let's just stay until her husband returns, okay?"

"Strange people?" Liu Qingluo paused, then stopped resisting, nodded, believing Gu Qiancheng's words.

Gu Qiancheng: "..."

She looked at Liu Qingluo's suddenly vigilant, scanning look.

A bit helpless.

This sister, is she naïve or easy to deceive?

Why does she believe anything Gu Qiancheng says?

And it's rather strange, Liu Qingluo likes Xu Chang'an, seems fearful of Yun Qian, yet so concerned about her...

Is this the adult world?

After being dazed for a while, Gu Qiancheng couldn't bother overthinking.

Because Yun Qian truly was beautiful.

Moreover, there really were women noticing Yun Qian alone, waiting in the shadows, itching with interest.