Chapter 30: Excuse Me, Young Master

Chu Yaoyao discovered that she had been inexplicably and brutally fed a wave of dog food [public displays of affection], and her whole person had turned into a lemon.

“Alright, you go home first. I’m going to chat with Yaoyao for a while.”

After measuring Lin Xun for his clothes, Jiang Qingshang, who had been showing off her affection in front of her best friend, was also a little shy. Her small, soft hands pushed against Lin Xun’s sturdy back.

“It’s fine, I’ll wait for you.”

“Hmph, you don’t have to wait today.” Not wanting this glamorous bitch to hang around in front of her husband, after pushing Lin Xun out the door, the young woman playfully stuck out her small, tender pink tongue and closed the shop’s wooden door.

Lin Xun felt quite wronged. I’m such a proper person, how could I possibly cheat on my wife with her best friend? It’s not like I want to be Hong Shixian.

Lin Xun leisurely went back. Since the private school was on summer vacation, he planned to sell some paintings to supplement the family income (and earn some private money).

“Tsk tsk tsk… I really didn’t expect it. The top of the Beauty Ranking, known as the number one beauty under the heavens, Jiang Qingshang, a once-in-a-millennium sword dao genius, actually married an ordinary mortal.

“If the young talents of the world knew about this, I’m afraid they’d drown their sorrows in wine, and all the wine in the world wouldn’t be enough.”

After Lin Xun left, Chu Yaoyao’s pair of red-makeup, vermilion fox eyes looked at Jiang Qingshang with a smile.

Feeling that the room was a bit stuffy, she casually took off her outer garment again, and once more that “shameless” red dress clung to her body, her fair thighs exposed.

And because only Jiang Qingshang was in the shop, she even pulled at her collar to fan herself.

It must be really hot…
“Hmph, what does it have to do with me if all the men in the world die? As long as Lin Xun is by my side, that’s all that matters.”

Jiang Qingshang circulated the Violet Mist Heart Method. Purple spiritual energy enveloped the young woman, and after the spiritual energy dissipated, her true face was revealed.

It was also a pair of peach-blossom eyes, but different from Jiang Qing’s. Jiang Qingshang’s purity and seductiveness were blended together, making her extremely beautiful.

With a height of 1.7 meters, her fair skin was so delicate it looked like it would break from a single touch. That small, melon-seed face was pure yet seductive.

It was hard to imagine that purity and seductiveness, which were originally opposites, could be presented on a young woman’s peerless face at the same time, not only without any sense of disharmony, but even complementing each other.

Her long legs stood together. Although the young woman didn’t have Jiang Nongqin’s 36E, she still had a 36D that could crush most women.

Moreover, Jiang Qingshang was taller than Nongqin, and her long legs were even more slender, so her body’s proportions were even more perfect.

If one were to say that Jiang Qing’s appearance was half a grade higher than Chu Yaoyao’s, then, with Jiang Qingshang standing in front of Chu Yaoyao, apart from being glamorous, Chu Yaoyao had already lost any basis for comparison.

Jiang Qingshang sat on the wooden counter in the shop, her long legs dangling. Her small feet could actually touch the ground, which made Chu Yaoyao both envious and jealous, wishing she could play with this enchanting and perfect fairy’s long legs for a whole year!
“They say that when heaven creates things, no one is perfect. But on you, I always feel heaven’s favoritism.”

Chu Yaoyao patted her best friend’s thigh. The firm and elastic feel made Chu Yaoyao not know whether to be envious of Jiang Qingshang or that Lin Xun.

“Get your fox paws off.” Jiang Qingshang rolled her eyes at her, slapping away her best friend’s groping little hand.

There were only four people who knew Jiang Qing’s true identity. One was the female City Lord of Luo City, one was the Saintess of the Violet Mist Holy Land, another was the Empress of the Qian Kingdom, who was also Jiang Qingshang’s older sister, and the last one was this fox spirit.

However, only the Empress of the Qian Kingdom still didn’t know that her own younger sister was already married.

“Qingshang, you weren’t like this before. We even slept together when we were little. I didn’t expect you to have your soul charmed by a man now.” Chu Yaoyao wiped the corners of her eyes, as if there were a few tears.

“I’m willing.” Jiang Qingshang smiled sweetly, a stark contrast to her usual cold image. It was like a dessert on top of ice cream, cool and sweet. Chu Yaoyao was stunned for a moment.

“Alright, alright, you’re willing.” Chu Yaoyao sat beside the young woman, but her feet couldn’t touch the ground. “What kind of clothes are you making for him? Let me say this first, your husband is just a mortal. If you use immortal-grade fabric, it will be more harmful than beneficial to him.”

“I know. Just use mortal-grade snow silkworm silk.”

“That’s not a problem.” Chu Yaoyao nodded.

Immortal-grade silk had the effect of gathering spiritual energy. Not to mention that it would be coveted by cultivators, the spiritual energy that gathered unknowingly would also bring a heavy burden to mortals.

And although snow silkworm cloth was a fabric used by royalty and emperors, it wasn’t an immortal-grade item, so it wasn’t a problem.

Thinking of this, Chu Yaoyao sighed softly in her heart. It was a good thing Lin Xun wasn’t a cultivator. Otherwise, this little girl would probably give him the entire Violet Mist Holy Land as a dowry.

“What style?” Chu Yaoyao shook off the complexity in her heart.

“Just a Confucian long robe will do.”

“No other requirements?” Chu Yaoyao blinked her eyes. “Please~~~ My beauty, the number of people in the whole world begging me to make clothes for them is simply too many. What’s more, it’s just an ordinary piece of clothing. A Confucian long robe is too ordinary.”

“Who said I was asking you to make it?”

“Huh?” Chu Yaoyao blinked, staring blankly at Jiang Qingshang.

“His clothes, I want to make them myself.” Jiang Qingshang smiled sweetly, her peach-blossom eyes hooking up slightly. If it were wine, it would probably intoxicate the world.

On the main road of Luo City’s West Street, at a stall selling paintings, a man was selling his art.

His painting style was very strange, something never before seen in this world. The content of the scrolls was also mostly female-centric.

For example, things like “Silver-Haired Siblings,” “White Album’s World-Famous Painting,” “Nezuko Grown Up,” and “School Swimsuit”…
The style of these female paintings was too peculiar, but they also felt quite good-looking, and even a little lewd.

Thus, they were loved by the vast number of LSPs [lewd old perverts] in Luo City.

As for why Lin Xun, who lived in the East City, chose to paint in the West City, it was naturally because there was more customer traffic here.

That’s right, it wasn’t because he was afraid of his wife discovering him painting some lewd scrolls and making him kneel on a washboard at home.

Soon, Lin Xun’s spare paintings were plundered by the vast number of LSPs, and he secretly saved up a sum of private money.

And just as Lin Xun was happily packing up his stall to leave, a shadow fell in front of him.

“Bro, sorry, the paintings are already sold out,” Lin Xun said while looking down and packing up.

“I’m not here to buy a painting.” A soft female voice slowly came over.

Hearing this voice, Lin Xun’s hand that was packing up the stall couldn’t help but freeze, and even his forehead began to break out in a cold sweat.

Swallowing, his heart racing, Lin Xun raised his head, his pupils shrinking abruptly.

“Excuse me, Young Master.”

The young woman’s pair of clear eyes looked directly into Lin Xun’s, like the clearest stream, without a trace of impurity.

“Have we met before?”

(End of this chapter)