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She couldn't help but look down at herself, and suddenly understood what the word "sloppy" meant; it was entirely fitting to describe herself. Even the camellia on Wenjing's shoes was probably three times cleaner than Wenjing's.

Wenjing timidly stepped forward to greet her master and Yichun, her voice soft and gentle, with a Jiangnan accent: "Wenjing greets Master, Senior Brother, and Senior Sister."

The bones are about to crumble.

Mo Yunqing coughed softly, his gaze fixed on her, burning like fire, making the girl's fair face turn red.

They quickly became inseparable, their love as sweet as honey. Mo Yunqing never complained of being bored again; he wanted to be with Wenjing every single hour of the day, he simply didn't have time to be bored.

After being rejected by Mo Yunqing three times for her request to go down the mountain to play, Yi Chun finally felt a sense of crisis.

It's like something you thought belonged to you, suddenly discovering that it's planning to slip away.

Therefore, she wanted to confront Mo Yunqing and make things clear with him.

But she had considered countless possibilities: what he would say, what kind of expression would appear on his face—whether it would be feigned anger and shyness, or the joy of sudden realization.

I just didn't expect him to refuse so thoroughly.

Well, that's no longer a rejection, it's an insult.

She was the one who suddenly realized what was happening.

It turns out he didn't like her at all—no, that's not quite accurate. He actually hated her and was jealous that she stole all of his master's attention. If he hadn't been so bored, he would never have bothered to play with her.

She practically offered herself up to be humiliated.

Yichun stood in the peach grove for a long time, lost in thought, unsure of what to do next or where to go.

The heavy pearl hairpins on her head and the beautiful, elaborate silk skirt she wore looked like a joke. She sighed, as if with pity, and touched the soft belt. She wasn't trying to comfort the poor, useless clothes, but rather the self-righteous woman herself.

Spring has passed, and the peach blossoms covering the mountains should have faded by now.

Yichun turned around and saw Yang Shen's slender figure flash by in the peach blossom grove.

Meeting her dark eyes, he showed a rare hint of embarrassment. After thinking for a moment, he explained, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop; I just happened to be passing by."

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This is a heavily revised chapter.

Chapter Two

Speaking of Yang Shen, Yichun had never paid any attention to him before.

When the master led the group up the mountain, everyone's attention was focused on Wenjing, who was as beautiful as a pearl, and no one paid any attention to him.

In Yichun's memory, he was a boy who looked like a bean sprout, who liked to cover his face with clumps of thick hair, rarely spoke, and always stood quietly to the side, without any sense of presence.

Back then, their master asked the two of them to show the newcomers around the manor, but Mo Yunqing had already run off with Wenjing and was nowhere to be seen.

She could only turn around and smile at the other new junior who had been silent all along, saying, "Let's go too, uh, your name is Yang, Yang..."

This junior brother was so dim-sighted that he had no glimmer of light at all; Yichun had even forgotten his name.

"Yang Shen." The boy spoke softly, his voice slightly hoarse, "Senior sister, my name is Yang Shen."

"Oh, right, right! Nourish the kidneys, nourish the kidneys!" Yichun had a strange accent; she pronounced the character "Yang" as "Yang."

The words "nourishing the kidneys" echoed loudly in the air, attracting curious glances from the aunties and uncles who were tending the fire and carrying firewood.

She must have done it on purpose to pronounce someone else's name like that.

Yang Shen decided to hate her for the rest of his life.

Yichun soon discovered that this young man was extraordinary.

Despite his bean sprout-like appearance, his stubbornness was astonishing. He practiced martial arts with a life-or-death intensity, as if his body and life were not his own. Even his usually strict master couldn't help but tell him once not to rush things, as martial arts training is a gradual process.

That being said, Yang Shen was arguably his master's most diligent disciple in the past ten years. Although his talent was not as great as Yi Chun's, it was still better than his own son's, and he showed his brilliance with just a little polishing. As a result, his master couldn't help but shift some of his favoritism from Yi Chun to Yang Shen, and even made an exception by giving Yang Shen a private hour of instruction every day after 5 pm.

It's obvious that Yang Shen and Yi Chun are his most beloved and caring disciples right now, while Mo Yunqing, despite being his biological son, has been relegated to the back.

Right now, her confession to Mo Yunqing has been discovered by this taciturn junior brother. Although he says he didn't do it on purpose, he's probably laughing at her in his heart.

Yichun shrugged: "...It's okay, it's fine as it is."

She's already made the biggest joke in the world, so she can remain unfazed by any further jokes that come her way.

Yang Shen stood silently opposite him, unsure of what to say.

This was truly an awkward situation. Although he had long realized that Yi Chun liked Mo Yunqing, and knew that Mo Yunqing had no feelings for him at all, he was still quite embarrassed to have stumbled upon this scene.

Yichun took two steps and said softly, "Let's go to Yicun Jintai. Your master didn't teach you all the sword techniques from last time. You really want to learn, right? I'll teach you."

Yang Shen hesitated for a moment before nodding and following her for a short distance. Finally, he couldn't help but whisper, "Senior Sister..."

Yichun didn't turn around, and said softly, "Don't comfort me, it's okay."

His voice was even softer: "No... I'm just telling you that the path to Yicun Jintai isn't this way."

She stopped involuntarily. Yang Shen silently watched her back, thought for a moment, and said, "Senior Sister, let's call it a day. Why don't you go and rest?"

Yichun simply tossed the beautiful purple bamboo umbrella gently onto the ground.

She turned around, a slight smile playing on her lips: "I really thought he liked me a little too. Before, he himself said that since the senior brother and the others had all left, it would only be the two of us left in the manor, so Yichun couldn't leave, otherwise he would be very lonely. So I stayed, but it seems that he was the one who left first."

Yang Shen lowered his eyelashes, and after a while, said softly, "Nothing in this world is unchanging. Senior Sister is such a carefree person, she should be able to see through it."