Chapter 32 (1/2)

32 – Luo Qing's Letter

It was early evening, the full moon hang high in the sky.

Sitting on the edge of the Snow-facing Abode, Xue Qilin took in the view.

Due to the cold moonlight, everything that entered her sight was covered with a layer of silvery white, and looked hazy.

Xue Qilin picked up a cup of wine and took a sip.

She wasn't thinking about anything, just drinking.

“Hey, I'm clearly working hard dealing with Senior Disciple Sister Luo's affairs, yet here you are drinking without a care in the world?” Qi Qiqi's voice came from below.

When Xue Qilin was about to look in the direction of the voice, the other party has flitted across in front of her eyes and landed beside her.

“Is it so… do I look like I'm without care?” Seeing Qi Qiqi's unhappy expression, Xue Qilin spoke angrily.

“… don't be too sad.”

“If you want to comfort me, then don't put on that sad expression…”

“Is… that how I look?” Qi Qiqi touched her face and asked nonplussed.

Seeing her action, Xue Qilin chuckled in spite herself. With her laughter, she seemed to step on Qi Qiqi's toes, “What are you laughing about!”

Xue Qilin's face stiffened, and she thought of Qi Qiqi's fist.

Qi Qiqi suddenly giggled.

“What are you laughing at?” Gazing at the shallow dimples that appeared on Qi Qiqi's face, Xue Qilin felt a little sulky.

“At you, of course.” Qi Qiqi pointed to Xue Qilin's embroidered shoes placed next to her, “Move the shoes away.”

“What for?”

“I want to sit!”

“Oh.” Xue Qilin only now reacted and moved the shoes aside.

After pressing her clothes against her legs, Qi Qiqi sat down, and her legs extended beyond the edge of the roof.

A faint, pleasant fragrance a.s.sailed her nose. It should be Qi Qiqi's natural odor. The fragrance was a little like jasmine and also a little like lavender, very unique. Xue Qilin couldn't help but take in another whiff of it.

“You're rather childish…” Seeing Qi Qiqi rocking her legs, Xue Qilin suddenly felt amused.

“None of your business!” Qi Qiqi fished out a wine cup from within her sleeve, “Pour me some wine.”

Xue Qilin stared distracted at the wine cup specially dedicated to the Palace Master for a while, and then filled her cup, an odd look on her face.

Qi Qiqi took a sip of wine, then fished out a letter from a fold in her clothing and handed it to Xue Qilin. On the envelope, there was written “Your Excellency Young Ancestor”.