Chapter 20: This Isn’t My Fault! It’s All Your Fault!

“Teacher’s wife…”

“Hello, Teacher’s wife!”

“Greetings, Teacher’s wife.”

In the Luo City Academy, within an official elementary schoolhouse, a young woman sat demurely at the back of the classroom, her legs held together, gentle and graceful. The students entering the classroom all greeted her.

Jiang Qingshang nodded with a smile, giving each of these children, the oldest of whom was no more than twelve, a piece of candy.

“Thank you, Teacher’s wife…”

“Teacher’s wife is the best…”

The classroom was filled with sounds of thanks.

The bell for class rang. Lin Xun clapped his hands, and the students all sat down properly in their seats.

“Today, we will be talking about density. All things have density. Objects have it, and so do people…”

On the podium, he could be seen constantly writing and drawing on the whiteboard with a charcoal pencil.

He wasn’t teaching the Four Books and Five Classics, but rather some strange things again. However, they were so novel and interesting.

After one class, the bell for dismissal rang. With a chorus of “Goodbye, Teacher,” the students, after bidding farewell to the teacher’s wife at the back, all rushed out of the classroom, their lively, childish nature on full display.

After class, holding his wife’s hand, Lin Xun and Jiang Qingshang walked side by side on the street.

For the past week, to be precise, ever since that day Qing’er came back and hugged him tightly, Lin Xun had noticed that Qing’er had been extremely clingy lately.

For the first three days, Lin Xun couldn’t leave the courtyard at all. Of course, his wife couldn’t leave the courtyard either. He had simply taken three days off from the private school.

It wasn’t until the fourth day that Jiang Qingshang let Lin Xun go, and only then was he able to go to class. However, Jiang Qingshang still followed him, being very clingy.

But Lin Xun felt that a clingy Qing’er was also nice.

“How was my teaching? Do you think I’m knowledgeable and my talent is astonishing?” Lin Xun said as he walked, playing with his wife’s small, soft, boneless hand.

“Ah… mm… I guess so.” Hearing her husband’s words, Jiang Qingshang’s tone was a little perfunctory.

“Hey, Classmate Jiang, were you not paying attention in class?” Lin Xun pinched her cheek. It was Q-bouncy [springy], tender, and smooth.

“Who says? I was very serious,” Jiang Qingshang retorted, gently swatting away her husband’s groping pig trotter, but her eyes darted around, a little guilty.

“Oh? Serious?” Lin Xun stroked the ends of her hair. “Really?”

“I seriously… seriously listened to the beginning…” the young woman said, her small face blushing.

Lin Xun: “…”

“But this isn’t my fault! It’s all your fault!”

Looking at his wife’s cute, playful manner, Lin Xun laughed. “How is it my fault?”

“Hmph…” Jiang Qingshang lowered her beautiful head, her voice soft and sweet, as if she had candy in her mouth. “My eyes were on you the whole time, and all I could think about was you. How could I listen to anything else? If it’s not your fault, whose is it?”

Lin Xun couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment, then he nodded seriously and said with a straight face, “That’s true. It really is my fault for being too handsome.”

“…”

Jiang Qingshang shot her narcissistic husband a coquettish glare.

And looking at his wife’s blushing appearance, honestly, Lin Xun really wanted to take a bite of his wife’s cherry lips.

But as soon as he sensed Hua Lengyue’s presence not far away, Lin Xun’s head started to hurt.

This was a little embarrassing.

Similarly, Jiang Qingshang also really wanted to give her husband a small reward, because he looked really handsome when he was teaching.

But Jiang Qingshang also knew that Hua Lengyue was there.

Even if Hua Lengyue couldn’t recognize her face after it was altered by the “Violet Mist Technique,” it was still embarrassing.

Thus, the two, who wanted to get closer but were too embarrassed to, fell into a brief, small silence.

Actually, Lin Xun had already told Hua Lengyue that she could wander around on her own usually and didn’t need to follow him all the time.

It was just that Hua Lengyue insisted, “Lengyue wants to learn by Senior’s side.”

Regarding this, Lin Xun also had a bit of a headache.

It wasn’t that Lin Xun hadn’t thought of refusing.

It was just that when he saw Hua Lengyue looking like a little kitten about to be abandoned, standing there blankly with her head down, her pitiful appearance made Lin Xun’s heart soften at once…
It’s fine, I guess, Lin Xun sighed softly in his heart. Anyway, she doesn’t follow me after I go home, and she doesn’t eavesdrop or anything. If she wants to follow, then let her follow.

After all, this should be Lengyue’s first time leaving the Myriad Demons Sect. She was out in the world, helpless and alone. Part of the reason she followed him was probably because she saw him, this “fellow countryman from the Myriad Demons Sect,” as a small anchor.

But Lin Xun felt this wasn’t a long-term solution.

Although Lengyue was an assassin, she was also a young girl in the flower of her youth. What kind of thing was it to be hiding in the shadows and tailing someone all day?
She should have the life a normal girl should have. Lin Xun felt he had to find a chance to talk to her about her method of cultivation.

As for Jiang Qingshang, she had made a decision. Anyway, there wasn’t much going on in Luo City recently. Why not let Lengyue go back to the Holy Land first?

It just so happened that the battle on the northern border of Qianye Province with the Blood-Dripping Tower was stabilizing. While Lengyue went to spar with those demonic path assassins, there wouldn’t be too much of a problem.

She could also gain more experience, and not have her cultivation delayed because she was protecting her husband.

Mm, that’s right. It’s not like I find her to be a third wheel or anything…

In fact, Hua Lengyue, following from a distance, didn’t feel like she was shining like a lightbulb at all.

In fact, watching the every move of Senior and his wife, Hua Lengyue felt something warm being slapped all over her face, and her little stomach was full.

It’s just…
Looking at Senior and Senior’s wife, Hua Lengyue was a little puzzled.

Because Senior’s wife seemed to be a mortal, without any spiritual power fluctuations on her body.

It wasn’t that cultivators couldn’t marry ordinary people.

It was just that cultivators had extremely long lifespans, especially someone of Senior’s realm, who could definitely live for tens of thousands of years. But what about mortals…
The more loving they were now, the more heart-wrenching the separation by death would be in the future. It could even become a heart-demon.

Senior definitely knew this.
“Could it be?! Senior’s wife is just like Senior, also a grandmaster assassin! Her spiritual power is almost formless?”

Hua Lengyue pondered as she followed. Without realizing it, Senior and his wife had already returned to the courtyard, and Hua Lengyue also stopped in her tracks.

Standing outside the courtyard, the young woman could no longer see Senior’s figure.

The next day, the young woman received a recall order from the Holy Land, stating that her protection mission was suspended. She was to head to the northern battlefield to support the sect in resisting the assassins of the demonic path’s Blood-Dripping Pavilion.

Actual combat was the best tempering for an assassin. The young woman had long yearned for it.

But for some reason… why was she not as expectant as she had imagined?

On the day before she left, the young woman came to “Senior’s” courtyard.

The young woman stood for a long time.

She really wanted to see Senior one last time before she left, but she was also afraid of seeing him.

Until the courtyard gate opened with a “creak,” the young woman’s body trembled slightly, and she disappeared from the spot…

From beginning to end, until dawn, the young woman didn’t know the reason for her mood.

(End of this chapter)