My Wife Is The Final Boss
Chapter 210 - 0148 Miss Yun’s peace of mind._2

Chapter 210: 0148 Miss Yun’s peace of mind._2

The Daoist Nun looked at Yun Qian’s clear eyes, puzzledly saying, "Why are you asking me?"

Yun Qian: "..."

Yun Qian just looked at her without speaking.

When Xu Chang’an left, he told her to try listening to the Daoist Nun, and besides, wearing this veil for too long is indeed uncomfortable.

Being stared at by Yun Qian, the Daoist Nun suddenly realized that the stern demeanor she had prepared was completely unnecessary, and she waved her hand somewhat flustered, "Sister, whatever you want to do, you don’t need to ask me."

"Sister?" Yun Qian blinked.

That can’t be right.

The Daoist Nun is her husband’s teacher, so why did she call herself sister?

Although Yun Qian taught Xu Chang’an to practice writing, Xu Chang’an never wanted her to be his teacher.

"Sister is not yet a person of the Muyu Peak, and even so... here, we don’t talk about seniority." The Daoist Nun said.

"Alright." Yun Qian removed the veil, revealing her face beneath.

The Daoist Nun looked at Yun Qian’s face, dazed for a moment, and after a long while, took a deep breath.

Such a... beautiful person that one doesn’t know what to say.

She finally understood why she had blurted out that "sister" just now.

Yun Qian’s demeanor, appearance, and speech all resembled Xu Chang’an’s elder far more than his wife, so from the first glance she took at Yun Qian from afar, she hadn’t really considered her as Xu Chang’an’s wife.

In fact, since Yun Qian raised Xu Chang’an, in a certain sense, they are indeed of the same generation.

——

The courtyard was small, and Yun Qian sat at a stone table by the courtyard gate while the Daoist Nun stood opposite her. It was quite a strange scene, but what stood out most was Yun Qian, whose temperament disrupted all of the Daoist Nun’s preparations, leaving her unsure of what to do.

Her original intention was to learn more about Xu Chang’an’s wife and indirectly understand her student’s growth environment.

"Miss Yun, is that right?" the Daoist Nun coughed, sitting down at the stone table opposite Yun Qian.

"That’s me." Yun Qian nodded, her body swaying slightly. "Would you like some candied fruit?"

As she spoke, she took out a small dried persimmon from her pocket and held it out in front of the Daoist Nun. Her demeanor was so naturally alluring even as she reached out.

Daoist Nun: "..."

Generally speaking, it’s unusual to offer food in such a natural manner... Isn’t this her Sword Hall, and why does it feel like she’s a guest in Yun Qian’s house?

A guest becomes the host?

Indeed it is.

The courtyard she was currently in was where Xu Chang’an had lived during cultivation practice. From the sword marks on the wooden table to the stone table, everywhere carried the marks of his life, so for Yun Qian... this was her territory.

In a place filled with her husband’s aura, who could be the master if not her?

"Not eating? It tastes quite good." Yun Qian said.

"Thank you." The Daoist Nun accepted the dried persimmon. Seeing Yun Qian’s natural demeanor, she felt as though she were bathed in the spring breeze, very comfortable.

Because of Yun Qian’s attitude, even though the Daoist Nun’s previous actions might have been impolite, they didn’t create the slightest bit of awkwardness.

The Daoist Nun fully realized that the dominance had inexplicably shifted to this person presently eating the candied fruit.

She took a bite of the candied fruit, then looked up to find Yun Qian gazing at her.

"How does it taste?" Yun Qian asked.

"Quite delicious."

"Really, I thought so too."

Yun Qian curled her lips, thinking that since her husband personally made the dried persimmons, they should indeed taste good.

Good taste.

Daoist Nun: "..."

What did she come here for, again?

Sigh.

It turns out, she, a fake Daoist, was not immune to worldly things; Yun Qian was simply too beautiful.

Since appearing, she had activated the array in the courtyard. In such an array, Yun Qian’s disguises should be transparent to her, yet facts proved... Yun Qian’s actions were all genuine.

Whether it’s being irreverent, offering candied fruit, or just her calmness, it’s all her true self... Such clarity of mind was just like the Xu Chang’an of the past.

Yun Qian clearly wasn’t a simple-minded naive person, so her mental realm must be extraordinary.

The Daoist Nun liked Xu Chang’an because of his harmonious nature, but Yun Qian... she was quite peculiar.

The Sect Leader said Xu Chang’an was an Immortal Reincarnation, so wasn’t it unsurprising that his wife, with whom he spent all his time, would be unusual too?

If another person had said what Yun Qian did just now, she probably wouldn’t even have considered acknowledging it, but Yun Qian said it, and she didn’t even think about refusing.

The Daoist Nun blinked more frequently.

It seemed she understood... why Xu Chang’an was so captivated by Yun Qian.

The Daoist Nun wondered how long it had been since she sat with a girl eating candied fruit like this?

It must have been before she hid in the Daoist Temple during her girlhood while drinking tea with her sisters.

Xu Chang’an, in her heart, was a "child."

But Yun Qian... did not have the slightest semblance of a child.

The Daoist Nun finished the dried persimmon and earnestly said, "Just call me elder sister."

"Elder sister?" Yun Qian wiped away the sugar crumbs from her lips, curiously saying, "Aren’t you my husband’s mentor?"

"He calls you lady." The Daoist Nun, mimicking Yun Qian’s action, wiped away some sugar crumbs.

"I like hearing that." Yun Qian nodded. "Alright, if he tells me to listen to you, then sister it is."

The candied fruit was eaten, now it was time to formally introduce themselves.

"Yun Qian, cloud of Cloud Rain, shallow of stranding." Yun Qian pointed at herself.

"..."

The atmosphere momentarily froze.