Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 838 - 525 Bedstead

Chapter 838: Chapter 525 Bedstead

Countless fluttering white specks sailed past the upturned eaves above the courtyard gate, gently falling to the ground, while the inscription lamps on both sides of the path cast a faint luminescent glow that brightened the dark eyes of the young girl.

She appeared somewhat dazed, somewhat puzzled, and somewhat overwhelmed.

The falling snow slipped through the gap at her neck, bringing a cool refreshment, and Ran Qingmo suddenly came to her senses. Her beautiful eyes blinked, and she was just about to speak when she saw the middle-aged man standing in the doorway had already stepped aside, making room for her.

Glancing sideways at the Sword Sect girl standing outside, Xu Yinhè asked in an even tone,

"It’s cold outside, won’t you come in?"

"..."

A hint of hesitation lingered in Ran Qingmo’s serene black pupils.

Xu Yuan must have his reasons for saying so.

Feeling a sense of loss in her heart, Ran Qingmo pursed her lips lightly, and with downcast eyes murmured softly,

"Uncle, Xu Yuan he... by saying that, he probably doesn’t want to see me now, does he...."

"....."

No words followed.

Ran Qingmo didn’t wait for a response from Xu Yinhè; as she lifted her gaze, she saw that the courtyard gate before her was now empty. The middle-aged man in the black dragon robe had quietly departed, leaving only the half-open door amidst the swirling snow.

As night deepened, the inscription lamps within the Prime Minister’s Mansion had dimmed, and the dim yellow light faintly illuminated the row of footprints on the snow, neither deep nor shallow.

Staring at those footprints for a few breaths, a thoughtful gleam flickered in Ran Qingmo’s tranquil eyes.

With his profound cultivation, Brother Xu Yuan could walk on water as if on flat land, so even when walking, he shouldn’t leave boot prints on the snow.

Xu Xinyao is a woman, and these wide boot prints before her didn’t resemble those of a woman.

So, were these left by Xu Yuan?

At this thought, Ran Qingmo lowered her head, a trace of dejection in her eyes.

So, the sound of footsteps on the snow she had just heard at the door was Xu Yuan...

For a moment, the entrance to the inner courtyard was so silent that the falling of snowflakes could be heard, and the girl dressed in ink-colored garments just stood quietly on the spot, staring at the two rows of footprints extending into the depth of the inner courtyard, saying nothing.

In this seemingly deathly silent snowy night, a thin layer of frost gradually accumulated on her shoulders, and the clearly visible footprints were being covered by the fresh falling snow.

After an unknown period, a detached and indifferent voice suddenly rang in her ear, abrupt and with no discernible source,

"If you’re unwilling to enter, just close the door and leave."

As the voice trailed off, Ran Qingmo’s heart tightened, but before she could speak, she felt a gentle force pushing on her back from behind.

The cultivation of the person behind her was very high.

The force that hit her left her with no ability to resist, and her slender and graceful body was pushed casually into the dark inner courtyard.

Staggering a couple of steps and barely steadying herself, the voice spoke up again:

"If you choose to come in, then go take a look. Changtian’s room is in the penultimate courtyard."

Ran Qingmo hurriedly said,

"I didn’t...."

"Bang."

The door to the inner courtyard closed from the outside.

"...." Ran Qingmo.

A moment of silence passed, and Ran Qingmo, looking somewhat uneasy, surveyed her surroundings.

She had never been in the inner courtyard of the Prime Minister’s Mansion before, and it appeared to be unremarkable, but her master had told her that the inner courtyard was off-limits to outsiders. So under no circumstances should she enter, or she might put her life in danger.

However, this time she had been pushed inside, and Xu Yuan’s father had even asked after her, so it shouldn’t count...

With this thought, Ran Qingmo’s mood settled slightly. She glanced down the depth of the alleyway and murmured softly, "Sorry to intrude..." Then she began walking hesitantly in the direction of the snowy footprints she had made earlier.

It was a moonless snow night, and without the light from the inscription lamps outside, the path in the inner courtyard was dim and indistinct. However, with Ran Qingmo’s cultivation level, she was still able to make out the shapes around her. The constant crunching of snow underfoot filled the air until she saw a gate that seemed inviting and hesitated with uncertainty before it.

This place should be Xu Yuan’s courtyard.

The courtyard gate was either deliberately left open or had been forgotten; it was wide open, allowing Ran Qingmo to see the entire scene inside.

The pavilion, the small pond, and the artificial hill were modest when compared to the various elegant and grand buildings in the outer courtyard. The residence within the inner courtyard seemed to favor simplicity over grandeur.

Yet Ran Qingmo glanced over these sights swiftly, her clear, glossy black eyes searching for a familiar figure within the courtyard. Regrettably, Xu Yuan was not there.

Thus, the girl’s serene gaze, with a touch of timidity, landed upon a firmly shut door. The hand beneath her sleeve clenched involuntarily, feeling inexplicably tense and awkward.

After a moment, Ran Qingmo appeared to come to a certain decision and still crossed the threshold, walking slowly towards the courtyard.

"Creak..."

"Creak..."

"Creak..."

After a few steps, Ran Qingmo’s delicate nose twitched slightly. She smelled a hint of liquor in the cool air of the courtyard.

It was light and faint, but it seemed to suffuse every corner.

Ran Qingmo subconsciously wanted to probe for the source of the alcohol scent with her will-spirit, remembering her master and Xu Yuan had said that it would be rude to do so.

She reined in her thoughts and continued her steps.

But this time, there was no sound of crunching snow underfoot. Instead, there came an inadvertent murmur:

"Umm...."

The sound was soft, yet in the quiet of the snow night, it was distinct.

At the familiar voice, Ran Qingmo’s beautiful eyes immediately widened. She hastily withdrew her foot and looked down to find the corner of fine clothing that her foot had touched.

After a slight hesitation, Ran Qingmo bent down, crouched beside the clothing, and lightly poked it with a slender, jade-like finger.

Warmth spread to her fingertip.

It seemed that the clothing underneath found this ticklish, and the body that had been lying flat turned over, sending the accumulated snow scattering off to the sides.

This motion allowed the girl crouching beside him to clearly see his face. Blinking her eyes, she observed his sleeping visage and poked his cheek again.

No response.

She poked again.

Still no response.

He appeared to be sleeping quite peacefully.

Her lips, which had been pursed lightly, curved into an involuntary smile. Ran Qingmo turned her head to look around, her gaze pausing on the open gate for a moment. She nodded silently to herself.

Xu Yuan was drunk.

He ended up sleeping right here.

Then, Xu Yuan’s father wanted her to help him back to his room.

The logic came full circle.

No sooner had she thought it than Ran Qingmo simply stretched out her hand and grasped Xu Yuan’s arm, pulling him up from the icy snow.

Heavy as a dead pig, but as a Great Grandmaster, Ran Qingmo lightly curved her red lips and helped him up, then began to walk toward the direction of the room.

Falling snow rustled from the creases of the luxurious clothes, gradually waking someone from their drunken slumber.

"Umm..."

A soft murmur arose as Xu Yuan slowly opened his slightly confused eyes, the first sight being a field of snow and the increasingly close room door.

His brain short-circuited for a moment.

Oh, he seemed to have slipped when he entered the gate just now.

And then... there was no ’and then.’

Now, someone must have found him, and they were taking him back to his room...

Was it Xu Changge?

Xu Yuan lowered his eyelids, subconsciously thinking so.

But the remnants of consciousness and the touch on his hand told him that the person supporting him right now was probably not a man.

"Is it... Xinyao?"

He mumbled subconsciously, then shook his head, murmuring to himself:

"Xinyao must be sleeping even more soundly than I am, oh~ hehe... big sis, how come you came to the inner courtyard?"

"...."

Listening to the indistinct sounds by her ear, Ran Qingmo pursed her lips, offered no response, and quietly continued step by step, supporting him toward the room with his feet dragging two lines in the snow.

"I.. I feel so sick now... I’m never drinking again."

"...."

"Big sis, can’t you use some medicine to help me sober up..."

"...."

"Why do I feel like there’s a sword swinging back and forth in front of me now..."

"...."

"Big sis, why aren’t you talking..."

"...."

Ran Qingmo, with a crestfallen expression, remained silent, just listening to his endless chatter, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

Upon reaching the room door this way, Ran Qingmo circulated her cultivation technique and pushed open the door with Origin Qi, ready to help Xu Yuan inside when suddenly she felt his arm on her shoulder lighten.

Wondering, she was about to look back when—

"Smack...."

"...."

The falling snow made a sound, as did a heartbeat.

Ran Qingmo’s beautiful eyes instantly widened, but then she bit her lip forcefully, her stare at him filled with anger and reproach.

He... he must have mistaken her for that sister with a big chest from before.

After planting a kiss on the flawless skin of her cheek, Xu Yuan fell limply to the ground.

Seeing this, Ran Qingmo hurriedly grabbed his body, which was like a pile of mud, and bore the indignity as she laid him on the bed. After a moment’s thought, she also covered him with a blanket.

Xu Yuan had mentioned that people with low cultivation can’t stand the cold.

After doing all this, Ran Qingmo stood beside the bed, looking down at his face, hesitating whether to leave or not.

And at this moment,

Ran Qingmo suddenly found him on the bed trying to open his eyes with effort.

"...."

Their eyes met momentarily,

With a hint of a smile in his drunken gaze, Xu Yuan looked at the girl and said softly,

"Ran Qingmo, I’ve finally dreamed of you..."

Then,

Xu Yuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

Before Ran Qingmo’s serene gaze could react, she felt a strong force from the hand that was holding hers pulling her onto the bed.

"...."

Ran Qingmo blinked at the face so close to her own, struggling to hold back the instinct to strike back.

The master had said,

If someone wants to sleep with her before the wedding, she can directly chop the person with the Ink Sword.

But the mistress had said that it was fine to just give them a beating.

This is what her teachers taught her, but now this was Xu Yuan’s room...

Her heart started to race, and Ran Qingmo’s beautiful eyes blinked, her little body fully tensed up, with cultivation technique starting to circulate in her meridians.

However,

After that sentence, everything in the room returned to tranquility.

After a long wait, Ran Qingmo tentatively moved her body, trying to get up.

As soon as she attempted to move, however, Xu Yuan unconsciously hugged her tightly.

Very tightly, as if afraid she would run away.

Ran Qingmo pursed her lips, trying to pry his large hand away, but Xu Yuan’s hand that had been on her lower abdomen moved up a little.

Seeing this, Ran Qingmo tensed up and didn’t dare move again, letting the drunken him hold her like this.

And after feeling the soft warmth of the girl through their clothes, Xu Yuan also didn’t dare to move.

He was sober now.

Under the Spiritual Vision, the circle of Qi and the icy coldness of the Dao Charm emanating from the girl had him in a tight grip.

Shoot, the big ice block in his arms was indeed real.