186: Chapter 186 Fang Hansu came over in the middle of the night

Fang Hansu froze for a moment.

"What do you mean I've become better looking? Stop talking nonsense."

"It's true! Cuier isn't talking nonsense!"

Cuier leaned in close, staring carefully at her face.

"Your complexion has improved, your skin is even more tender than before, and your eyes are bright. Young Miss, you were pretty before too, but now it's different. Before, you were like a flower made of ice; pretty, yes, but cold. Now, you're like... like a flower under the sun, warm and glowing."

Fang Hansu's face flushed under her gaze, and she reached out to push her face away.

"You're just getting more and more ridiculous."

Cuier wasn't annoyed at being pushed away; instead, she chuckled twice.

Then, her gaze fell upon Fang Hansu's neck, where there were a few faint red marks.

Most of them were hidden by her collar, but a small portion was still visible.

Cuier's eyes widened instantly.

"Young Miss! What is that on your neck!"

Fang Hansu instinctively reached up to cover her neck, her face flushing bright red instantly.

"It's... it's nothing. A mosquito bite."

"A mosquito?"

Cuier's voice went up half an octave, then she suddenly lowered it and leaned into Fang Hansu's ear.

Lowering her voice, her tone was filled with irrepressible excitement.

"Young Miss, are you... are you and Young Master Ye..."

Fang Hansu's face was so red it looked like it might bleed, and even the tips of her ears were stained pink.

"You... don't talk nonsense."

"Cuier isn't talking nonsense!"

Cuier was completely worked up, grabbing Fang Hansu's arms, her eyes shining like two stars.

"Are Young Master Ye and you really together? Really, really? That's wonderful! Cuier had long felt that Young Master Ye looked at you differently! Young Miss, you don't know, but that day when Young Master Ye came to the Wu Family to save Cuier, he was covered in blood; it was obvious he had killed many people."

"But when he spoke to Cuier, his voice was flat, as if nothing had happened. But the moment he mentioned you, Young Miss, his tone changed. Cuier could tell!"

Fang Hansu felt dizzy from being shaken, but inside, Cuier's words stirred up delicate ripples in her heart.

[Did his tone really change when he mentioned me?]

As soon as this thought emerged, she shook her head fiercely in her heart.

Cuier was still chattering away.

"Young Master Ye is handsome, his martial arts are so high, and he treats you so well. Young Miss, you'll be Lady Ye in the future! Oh my, shouldn't Cuier change how she addresses him to 'Master-in-law'?"

Fang Hansu was thrown into a panic by this shout of "Lady Ye."

"Cuier! Don't you dare talk nonsense!"

"How is it nonsense? You and Young Master Ye have already..."

Cuier glanced at the red marks on Fang Hansu's neck and covered her mouth to giggle.

"It's already like this, aren't you Lady Ye?"

Fang Hansu's face couldn't possibly get any redder.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice as light as a wisp of smoke.

"I... I am not worthy."

Cuier's smile froze.

"Young Miss..."

"Young Master, what kind of person is he? You've seen it, Cuier. A Half-step Martial Spirit cultivation, slaughtering the entire Wu Family alone, and he's still so young. He is destined to become a great figure in the future."

"He is someone who will stand in a very, very high place. I am just an orphan whose family was destroyed, my cultivation sealed, having nothing. What do I have to be worthy of him?"

She paused, the corners of her mouth curving up in a very, very small arc, tinged with a bit of bitterness, yet also a bit of willingness.

"Being able to stay by his side and serve him as a maid, I am already very content. Anything else, I dare not think about."

Cuier looked at her Young Miss, watching the expression on her face—clearly in pain, yet still smiling and saying she was "very content."

Cuier's eyes turned red again, but she didn't cry; she just reached out and took Fang Hansu's hand.

"What are you saying, Young Miss? In Cuier's heart, Young Miss is worthy of the best man in this world. Young Master Ye must think so too; otherwise, why would he take such a huge risk to save you? Otherwise, why would he treat you so well?"

Fang Hansu didn't speak, just gently squeezed Cuier's hand back.

Sunlight shone in through the window, falling upon the two of them.

The sound of birds chirping came in from outside the window, chattering away.

It was as if they were saying all the things that Cuier had left unsaid.

...

Late at night.

The watchman's clapper struck the third watch outside the window, and the thousands of lights in Qingzhou City were extinguished one by one.

The entire city sank into a deep blue silence.

Occasionally, a few barks from dogs drifted in from afar, only to be scattered by the night wind.

Ye Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, preparing to circulate the Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture.

Over these past two days, he had engaged in Dual Cultivation with Fang Hansu many times, and the golden ocean of Mystic Power in his Dantian was a few shades thicker than when he had first achieved his Breakthrough.

But he was still a hair's breadth away from the true Martial Spirit Realm.

This gap could not be forced through by Dual Cultivation alone; he needed to calm his own heart.

To thoroughly refine the essence of the Taiyin Cold Moon he had accumulated over these past few days.

A very, very light sound of footsteps echoed outside the door.

It wasn't passing by; it had stopped at his door.

Ye Yun opened his eyes.

He was silent for a few breaths.

Then, the door was gently knocked upon.

"Young Master. It is Hansu."

Ye Yun told her to come in.

The door was pushed open a crack, and a slender figure slipped inside, then turned and gently closed the door behind her.

Fang Hansu stood at the doorway.

Moonlight snuck in through the gaps in the window paper, falling upon her.

Tonight, she was not wearing those plain, coarse cloth clothes.

It was a moon-white thin gown; the material was very soft and thin, almost translucent under the moonlight.

One could vaguely see the outline of the water-blue dudou underneath.

The neckline was cut very low, not the kind of low that was deliberate.

It was that lazy, languid kind of low, as if it would slip off her shoulders at any moment.

Her two delicate collarbones were completely exposed, and the moonlight falling upon them looked like it was shining on two thin pieces of jade.

Below the collarbones was that snowy-white, soft cleavage.

Supported by the dudou, it was pushed into a deep curve.

It rose and fell slightly with her breathing, shimmering with a warm, pearlescent luster under the moonlight.

A thin ribbon was tied around the waist of the thin gown, cinched tight.

It pinched her waist into a curve that was stunning to behold, slender enough to be encircled by one's hands, as if it would snap with a single pinch.

The hem of the skirt was not long, revealing two segments of white, slender calves.

She wore soft-soled embroidered shoes on her feet; her ankles were delicate, the ankle bones slightly protruding like two small jade buttons.

Fang Hansu's hair was not tied up but left loose, draped over her shoulders and back, dark and silky.

A few strands hung down in front of her chest, just grazing the edge of that cleavage, the ends of her hair gently brushing against that snowy-white skin.

Ye Yun's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

It was only for an instant, but the movement of his Adam's apple bobbing was still caught by Fang Hansu.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she did not lower her head, nor did she shy away.

She had not come tonight to shy away.

"Young Master has not slept yet."