"Don't you really want to see it?"
Shangguan Yi...
She gave him a deep look, and then stepped forward with all sorts of gazes.
"May I ask which sect you studied under, young lady?" Cong Luan asked.
"Tianlong Gate".
"How many years have you been in the martial world?" Cong Luan asked again.
"Last month, the soles of my boots were not wet."
"And with the rest of you?" Cong Luan asked, pointing to Wei Baizhong and the others.
"A few times we met."
“It is best that you are an outsider to right and wrong, Miss.” Cong Luan nodded slightly. “This scroll was written by the previous headmaster and records the life and experiences of Yu Zhanyuan and his wife. One passage is enough to verify the authenticity of this lady.”
As Luan turned to a page in the blue book and handed it to her, she breathed very slowly, controlling her trembling fingertips, and steadily took it.
Her dark eyes widened suddenly as a line of ink-black characters came into view, so bloody and naked that it caused her pain.
Just as I expected.
Just as I thought.
"how?"
Some of those present couldn't wait any longer. She handed the booklet to Cong Luan, her clear, bright eyes reflecting a shimmering light.
"Mrs. Mann, may I come into the inner room to take off my clothes and have a look?"
Inside the side room, there was the rustling sound of belts being loosened, outer garments, blouses, spring shirts, and undergarments.
My gaze lingered on the yellow flower-shaped birthmark on her snow-white back.
"Madam, you're ready."
It was Cong Luan who called for a halt, while she simply watched quietly, without uttering a sound from beginning to end.
"how!"
"Is it? Is it?"
Stepping back into the Hall of Righteousness, the atmosphere had become quite lively. Cong Luan cleared her throat, and the boiling water in the hall subsided somewhat. Everyone's eyes were filled with eager anticipation and excitement, though their expectations for the answers differed.
His gaze swept over them, taking in each one. Yu Zigui suddenly smiled and bowed deeply to the man.
"I have met Madam Yu."
Whether surprised, delighted, or astonished, after a moment's pause, the first to react were the mother and daughter who loved each other deeply.
"Mother!" This time, Liu Wushuang didn't look at her master again. She called out without hesitation, and cried with tears streaming down her face.
Congratulations!
"Sister-in-law, you've suffered so much."
"Heaven truly has eyes; there is a divine will in the dark!"
A steady stream of congratulatory people poured into the Zhengqi Hall, while she stood in the courtyard, quietly watching Cong Luan light the blue scroll.
The ink on the paper seemed to weep amidst the flames, the pages turning yellow and twisted, curling up in agony.
On the seventh day of the first month of the second year of Chengyou, Liu Zuoshi, an unnamed clerk, gave birth to two daughters. Both daughters were born with marks on their backs, shaped like plum blossoms. The elder daughter was pale yellow, hence the name Xiang; the younger daughter was reddish-yellow, hence the name Ti.
Xiang and Ti are twin girls.
Anecdotes of the Martial World - The Hidden Records of Nanshan Academy
Steam rose from the hot spring, where a beautiful woman lay lazily on a black rock. Her dark hair was slightly damp, her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and a plump little "wolf's paw" was gently tracing patterns on her fair and smooth back.
With her eyes still half-closed, the beauty glanced behind her.
"What are you doing?"
The "wolf claw" didn't stop, and the little "lecher" got even closer.
"There's a flower on Mother's back." He then casually moved in front of the beautiful woman, revealing his rather unremarkable bare back. "Do you have one?"
"Hmm?" the beauty asked, puzzled.
"Does Agui have any flowers?" The little man twisted his body and turned back to ask.
Gazing into those pure eyes full of expectation, the beauty paused for a moment, then her beautiful eyes sparkled.
“Here!” Her jade-like fingers gently rested on the small, bare back.
"What color?" she asked somewhat eagerly.
"A pale orange."
"Isn't that just like Mother?" she exclaimed excitedly, her eyes widening.
"Of course! Agui is Mother's daughter, so naturally she's just like Mother, exactly the same."
Upon hearing this, the little man smiled, revealing deep dimples.