Второстепенная женская героиня невинна

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"Miss You, is being a woman really that troublesome? I think my hair is fine, I don't need to comb it anymore." I looked at myself in the mirror, not "looking presentable," but rather "looking weird."

It's strange, usually when Youhua does her makeup she looks like a fairy, but when I do my makeup I look like I'm performing in an opera.

Youhua was also puzzled and suddenly stopped, saying, "Sister in white, why do you look less attractive as a man when you dress up as a woman?"

I looked at her, she looked at me, and we stared at each other, wide-eyed. "How should I know!"

Yu Hua picked up the ivory comb in a huff: "I don't care anymore, I refuse to believe I can't comb this hair properly!" So, ignoring my murderous glare, she pressed me back into the chair and painstakingly untangled my painstakingly combed hair.

Finally, Youhua listened to my suggestion and simply tied her hair into a bun, securing it with a plain wooden hairpin. The rest of her hair cascaded down like a waterfall. I carefully changed into the black dress Yun Yiyang had prepared for me. A matching sash was tied around my waist. After dressing, I turned and picked up the rouge and powder Youhua had prepared for me at the dressing table. After thinking for a moment, I gently patted some on my face in front of the bronze mirror. Seeing a slight blush appear on my pale face reflected in the bronze mirror, a shy smile involuntarily appeared on my lips.

It's been so long since I've dressed up this carefully.

"Sister Bai, are you done yet?" Yun Yiyang's excited knocking came from outside the door. I smiled gently and gestured for Youhua to open the door.

"Ah—" Yun Yiyang's hand, which was pounding on the door, froze in mid-air, his mouth agape as if he were holding a duck egg. Behind him followed Shang Shaochang, his expression calm but his presence lingering.

I frowned slightly, unsure whether it was the uncomfortable fabric or the sight of Shang Shao's deep, smiling eyes that made me uneasy. I said, "Aren't you used to it? I'm not used to it either, but you'll get used to it eventually."

"No, no, no... no..." Yun Yiyang swallowed hard and forced out, "It's... the first time I've seen Sister Bai in women's clothing... she looks... so beautiful..."

"What's so interesting?" I patted his dazed head, my eyes showing a hint of warmth. "Kid, what nonsense are you talking about?" Yun Yiyang's dark face turned even redder after I patted him, and he couldn't say a word.

Shang Shaozhang, who had been standing silently to the side, finally spoke up: "Yun Yiyang, I asked you to run eight laps around the stone formation I set up. Did you complete it?"

Upon hearing Shang Shaozhang speak, Yun Yiyang's anger surged, and he blurted out, "What are you so smug about! I don't believe I can't catch up with you!"

Shang Shaozhang smiled nonchalantly: "Alright, then go ahead and practice. I only practiced this lightness skill for thirteen days back then, and I managed to get around the stone formation. Let's see how you catch up with me."

“You…” Yun Yiyang glared at Shang Shaozhang, then looked at me, stomped his foot and walked out of my room.

After Yun Yiyang and You Hua walked out, a cold glint gradually appeared in my eyes, and I said coldly, "Why didn't you leave?"

There are very few people who can make me stop smiling, and even fewer who can remain calm and composed under my gaze.

Shang Shaozhang is one of them.

Watching him casually walk to the table, pick up a cup, and pour himself a cup of tea, he said as he sipped his tea, "Enjoying fragrant tea with a beautiful woman is truly one of life's greatest pleasures."

I, however, do not find it enjoyable.

Seeing this assassin sitting in front of me with such a cute and bright smile made me furious.

A sly smile suddenly appeared on my face, and I slowly said, "How could you drink the tea on my table?"

Seeing my smile, Shang Shaozhang smiled even more broadly and said, "Can't I drink your tea?"

"Of course." I walked to the table, my fingers lightly tracing the rim of the teapot, my eyes half-scolding, half-blushing. "But this cup in your hand is one I used..."

Young Master Shang laughed loudly, took another sip, and said, "Those who have used Yi Yi should drink a few more sips."

My smile widened. "I usually don't give the cups I've used to others... because it's usually not a pleasant experience for them after drinking the tea... Don't you feel a warm current flowing through your body after drinking this tea?"

Shang Shaochang's expression changed for a moment, then returned to normal, still with a nonchalant smile: "I've only heard that the White-Robed Prime Minister has a pair of sharp eyes and is incredibly shrewd, but I've never heard that she can use poison."

“Not bad…” I turned around and smiled. “If I let everyone know everything, what kind of white-robed prime minister would I be? I didn’t use the poison on Yan Hong because she wasn’t worth it, but if I used it on the number one assassin in the world, do you think it would be worth it?” I looked at Shang Shaochang’s face, which was a little unable to smile, and said calmly, “You’re an assassin, yet you had no guard up at all in my house. Did you think that just because I’m a woman, I wouldn’t have any way to control people?”

Suddenly, Shang Shaochang moved his hand, and the cup of tea was spilled on the ground.

I couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter: "Such good Biluochun tea, isn't it a waste to throw it away?" Seeing Shang Shaochang's face gradually turn ashen, I suddenly felt much better, and a string of silvery laughter escaped my lips:

"When you drink hot tea, you naturally feel a warm current flowing through your whole body. Don't you know that?"

Shang Shaochang glanced at my smiling face, then at the empty teacup in his hand, and a wry smile appeared on his face:

"Now I know..."

Yun Yiyang charged left and right through the stone formation, his once clean brown clothes now soaked with sweat and mud, wrinkled, dirty, and tattered. His dark face was streaked with gray and yellow, almost indistinguishable from his original skin color. Each time he tried to leap out of the formation, a small pebble would force him back inside. Yun Yiyang stopped, glaring fiercely at the person who had thrown the pebble, panting heavily.

Shang Shaozhang stood on the rock, smiling and watching him without saying a word, tossing a few pebbles in his hand.

But Yun Yiyang knew that as soon as he moved, the pebble would accurately strike the spot where he was about to leap, preventing him from stepping out of the danger zone. Although the pebble was small, if it hit him, it would hurt for a long time.

No matter how much he glared at Shang Shaozhang, it was no use. Although he watched helplessly as the pebble flew from Shang Shaozhang's hand, he couldn't dodge it.

I glanced around the arena. The once beautiful Guiyun Manor had been transformed into a quarry by those two men carrying a huge pile of stones. The two men were glaring at each other like fighting cocks. I shook my head, helped Madam Yun to a seat outside the arena, and asked, "Aunt Yun, would you like to watch some more?"

Madam Yun seemed not to hear me. Her eyes were fixed on the scene, and after a long while she said, "Alas... poor Yang'er..." She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the corner of her eye.

The pain is on the child's body, but the suffering is in the mother's heart.

Seeing Madam Yun's graying temples, my heart warmed. They were an orphan and a widow; after their family's great misfortune, they not only had to maintain the reputation of Guiyun Manor but also struggle to make ends meet. These past few years must have been incredibly difficult. Seeing the tenderness between Madam Yun and her son, I quickly smiled and said, "Aunt Yun, don't worry. Young people need more experience. To rise above others, one must endure hardship."

Madam Yun smiled and nodded, patted my hair, and said softly, "Your arrival has greatly elevated the status of Guiyun Manor, but my son and I owe you so much. You've worked so hard these past six months..."

I quickly turned my head away so she wouldn't see the tears welling up in my eyes, and composed myself before saying, "Madam, you're too kind. I only need a place to stay. If it weren't for your help, Madam and Yi Yang, I would be lost somewhere. All I've done today is gain a foothold. Madam, you don't need to worry about it too much."

“You child…” Madam Yun shook her head slightly, unsure whether she was speaking to me or to herself, “You’re too strong-willed… I wonder if my Yiyang… is fortunate enough to have such a blessing…”

I brushed my wind-blown hair aside. After seeing Madam Yun off, I had no more interest in watching the two of them practice their martial arts back and forth. I gathered my robes and turned to walk back to my own courtyard—

Youhua ran over quickly with her head down, as if something was chasing her from behind. She bumped into me with a "thud," almost making me fall. She grabbed my sleeve, her voice trembling with tears, "Sister Bai... Sister Bai, save me..."

I supported her swaying body and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Yu Hua clung to me tightly, refusing to let go, her body trembling in my arms, repeatedly saying, "Sister, save me..."

I gently patted her back and looked straight behind her—