Chapter 508 – The Bamboo Dragonfly on the Bookshelf (1/2)

Chapter 508 - The Bamboo Dragonfly on the Bookshelf

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

This was a very simple room. There was one bed, one desk, two bookshelves, one wardrobe, and three basins.

Being a girl, the first thing Xu Yourong did was open up the wardrobe.

The contents of the wardrobe were also very simple. They basically consisted of plain clothes, the majority being the school uniform of the Orthodox Academy. Besides the faint scents of soap, there was no other fragrance.

She was very pleased with all this, but when she saw the fifty towels and handkerchiefs neatly stacked at the bottom of the wardrobe, she was still very quiet for a long time.

Closing the wardrobe, she walked to the bookshelves. She randomly pulled out a few books and realized that they were all novels on ghosts and the supernatural that had been quite popular in the capital in these past few years. This caused her to fall into another bout of silence.

He had become well-read in the Daoist Canon as a child, so now he didn't think about advancing anymore?

Suddenly, she saw a small item on the bookshelf and her expression went blank.

It was a bamboo dragonfly. It was clearly very old and had already begun to yellow. It even seemed to have been soaked in water, its edges almost rotted away…she felt it to be rather familiar. After thinking about it for a long time, she remembered that when she was very small, she had placed it in a letter that she had sent to him.

As she reminisced over those matters of the past, she grew somewhat frustrated. Seeing how after so many years, this bamboo dragonfly had been preserved by him…fine, he didn't preserve it that well, but he still managed to preserve it. Was he a person that did things for old times' sake? She was rather pleased, but for some reason, she soon afterwards became rather angry. After a moment, she came to her senses. The reason she was angry was herself, so should she be angry or happy? She contemplated this problem, unaware that a smile had been on her face the entire time.

She carefully placed the bamboo dragonfly back on the bookshelf and went to the bed. Of course, she did not sit down, just looked it over.

The bedding had been folded very neatly and was exceptionally clean. Not even the smallest stain could be seen on the bedsheets or the pillow case. There wasn't even a hair, no…what was that?

In the shadow of the pillowcase was a very hard-to-see strand of hair.

Xu Yourong fell silent.

This hair was long and thin. It was clearly a woman's.

Suddenly, she felt a little cold.

After a while, she realized that the window was open.

It was snowing tonight. Snowflakes were drifting in from the window and wetting a corner of the desk.

She was rather puzzled. Given that Chen Changsheng was cool-headed, steady, and also a clean freak, why would he not close the window before he left?

Even if the snow could be disregarded, what if dust or leaves came in?

This window that wasn't closed—could it have been for someone?

Xu Yourong suddenly awoke from her trance.

These suspicions, these endless calculations, were not being used in battle or in cultivation, but instead to explore the truths of this strand of hair. Just when had she become this sort of person?

She shook her head and headed towards the wardrobe. Opening the wardrobe, she intended to take out a towel and wipe up the snow that had fallen on the desk.

However, what happened next made her understand that her suspicions and resentment were not because she had become unbearable, but because that guy had always been very unbearable.

With a flutter of snowflakes, a waft of faint fragrance, a woman leaped through the window and landed in the room.

Simultaneously, a few words fell in Xu Yourong's ear.

”Don't blame this older sister for not telling you, your fiancée bears an extreme resentment towards you. You have to be careful, when her little temper gets up, tsk, tsk. In fact, you absolutely must not tell her that I often come here to sleep, or else…”

Suddenly, her teasing voice came to an abrupt halt.

Because she suddenly realized that the person behind the wardrobe door was not Chen Changsheng.

Xu Yourong closed the wardrobe and stared at the woman. She felt what her master had said was correct: in the mortal world, the most unbearable thing was talking. Whenever one said anything, things would often develop in accordance with what one said.

For example, as she was leaving the Divine General's estate, Shuang'er had asked her what she was going to do. She had lied and said she was going to see Mo Yu. Thus, now…she was seeing Mo Yu.

But this was not the Imperial Palace, nor was it the Orange Garden that Mo Yu lived in. Instead, it was a room on the third floor of this house in the Orthodox Academy.

……

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Mo Yu's mouth fell open and for a long time, she couldn't speak. Then, she gave an unnatural laugh. Her voice a little hoarse, she asked, ”Can you act like you didn't see me?”

Xu Yourong calmly looked at her. ”I've already seen you.”

Mo Yu used her right hand to rub her neck, her left hand to point at Xu Yourong. ”Don't be in a rush to ask questions. Let me explain to you the current situation.”

Xu Yourong calmly replied, ”Take your time to think.”

Mo Yu really was quite speechless, her mind in some disorder. She had originally planned to take advantage of Xu Yourong's return to the capital to tease Chen Changsheng and at the same time, give him a little warning. Who could have imagined that she would actually meet the primary subject in Chen Changsheng's room? And she even heard those words.

”First, we should reach a consensus that you should listen to my explanation with a cool head.”