After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 48 - You Cant Go Back on Your Word
Chapter 48: You Can’t Go Back on Your Word
The wind blew and flowers fell in the courtyard.
The season was late spring, and in just two days, it would be summer.
Luo Yueguan wore a light purple dress, which was thin and bright. Her shoulders were completely exposed, and even a hint of her bosom was faintly visible. Her long legs under the hem of her dress were slender and glowing with a warm jade-like sheen under the light of the glow stones.
She held chopsticks in her hand and gently tasted the hand-torn chicken made by Jiang Huai.
Her master, Chu Xianning, preferred light flavors and the natural taste of ingredients. Jiang Huai would find various rare ingredients for her and cook them in the simplest way to bring out the best in them. Having mooched off Jiang Huai’s cooking at Guangxue Mountain for many years, he remembered well that Luo Yueguan liked spicy and stimulating flavors.
Jiang Huai wasn’t picky about food. Since he was a guest, he made a dish of boiled beef and spicy hand-torn chicken for Luo Yueguan, which clearly suited her taste. The always dignified and elegant sect master Luo ate quickly with her chopsticks, yet her demeanor remained graceful.
“Who taught you to cook like this?”
“I researched and practiced a lot on my own until I got good at it,” Jiang Huai replied honestly.
Cooking is all about experience. In addition to the magical seasonings he exchanged from the system store, Jiang Huai had also exchanged for high-level culinary mastery, which cost him quite a few points. All this was necessary preparation to please his master.
After feeding Luo Yueguan and Luo Qingyu, Luo Qingyu obediently went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes while Luo Yueguan lazily leaned back on the recliner, her hands gently rubbing her abdomen.
The dress around her abdomen was also somewhat thin, and under the light of the glow stones, one could glimpse her slender waistline.
In Jiang Huai’s memory, if there was any formal occasion, Luo Yueguan’s demeanor would be completely different from now. In formal settings, Luo Yueguan was dignified and icy, nothing like the lazy posture of a woman she now displayed.
“Your master is really lucky,” Luo Yueguan suddenly blurted out, her voice tinged with a hint of sourness.
“It’s me who’s lucky,” Jiang Huai responded calmly.
“If my master hadn’t brought me back to the Tianxuan Sect, perhaps I would still be a homeless child at the foot of the mountain. That year, the foot of the mountain was in chaos, and whether I would still be alive is uncertain.”
Luo Yueguan couldn’t refute Jiang Huai, so she could only sigh softly.
“How did you know I could still dance?” Luo Yueguan changed the subject.
“From some records of the Eastern Region’s history, I heard of the Ice Soul Fairy Luo Yueguan, whose dance was said to be graceful and elegant, the best in the Eastern Region,” Jiang Huai answered truthfully.
“I don’t like dancing,” Luo Yueguan suddenly said coldly.
Jiang Huai was taken aback and looked at her face.
Luo Yueguan’s voice was cold, “There was once a Cloud Water Sword Immortal in the Eastern Region who had fallen. She was obsessed with dance and music and once held a competition. Whoever’s dance could move her would be given a Nirvana Pill by her.”
“My natural talent for meridians was not as good as theirs. The Nirvana Pill could impact the acupoints, so I practiced day and night. Do you know? On the day of the competition, Chu Xianning, who never liked to indulge in elegance, also participated.”
“And then?”
“The Cloud Water Sword Immortal gave the Nirvana Pill to her and praised her for being as pure and clear as a snow lotus in the sky,” Luo Yueguan’s voice gradually became colder.
Jiang Huai was speechless for a moment.
“At that time, I had just met your master. I had accidentally saved her life in a secret realm, so she owed me a favor. Later, she gave me that Nirvana Pill.”
“But if she hadn’t participated in that Cloud Water Sword Immortal’s competition, that Nirvana Pill… should have been mine.”
Jiang Huai suddenly felt a chill beside him. Unintentionally glancing back, he realized that a bit of frost had appeared between Luo Yueguan’s brows.
He gently reminded her, “Sect Master Luo?”
Luo Yueguan snapped out of it, closed her eyes, and the chill slowly melted away.
“I think master really treats you like a close friend,” Jiang Huai hesitated for a moment and said softly.
After all, over the years, Jiang Huai had only seen Chu Xianning have one friend, Luo Qingyu. Chu Xianning was always cold and rarely smiled. It was not easy to become her friend.
“Some things don’t need you to say,” Luo Yueguan glanced at him lightly.
Luo Qingyu quickly finished cleaning the dishes in the kitchen and returned. She obediently came to Luo Yueguan, who reached out and gently stroked her head. Luo Qingyu’s voice was tender,
“Mother, I want to learn to dance.”
“Alright, mother will teach you.”
The coldness and sorrow on Luo Yueguan’s face disappeared in an instant, and her eyes showed warmth.
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Jiang Huai sat in front of the zither, watching Luo Yueguan walk out of the room, momentarily stunned.
If the Luo Yueguan in the purple dress earlier exuded a lazy charm, then the Luo Yueguan in the dark dance dress now seemed to have transformed into a complete enchantress in an instant.
She already had a pair of seductive fox eyes, and the dance dress was cut in two sections, with the top barely covering her chest, revealing some soft flesh, and the bottom skirt just covering her hips, with her slender and lustrous waist barely graspable. Jiang Huai felt a bit dazzled and didn’t know whether to avert his eyes.
If Chu Xianning’s demeanor was absolutely cold, then the Luo Yueguan in front of him was naturally charming.
Even though Jiang Huai tried his best to hide it, the amazement in his eyes was fully noticed by Luo Yueguan. Somehow, she felt a secret pleasure in her heart. She had thought that this child would always look at her with such indifference and coldness.
It seems that in the end, all men are the same.
Jiang Huai reached out and gently plucked the zither strings.
He also knew a little about playing the zither, which came from a reward for a mission to show filial piety to Chu Xianning. He played a somewhat melancholic tune, and the music flowed from the strings like water. Luo Yueguan paused for a moment, her white toes tiptoed, and her graceful skirt fluttered beautifully.
Luo Yueguan’s body was incredibly flexible.
Jiang Huai had once secretly watched Chu Xianning dance in the courtyard. Chu Xianning’s dance was cold and indifferent, evoking no desire but a sense of tranquility and peace, like drinking a pot of jasmine tea. In contrast, Luo Yueguan’s dance was enchanting and graceful, like a sweet spring honey tea that stirred the heart.
Jiang Huai became increasingly entranced as he watched, not snapping out of it until the music ended. He still felt a lingering reluctance, wanting to see more. Suddenly, he had the urge to grab a jug of wine and take a light sip, as if in that moment, he understood the joy of King Zhou.
“You played two notes wrong,” Luo Yueguan said, standing in front of him with a hint of mockery in her seductive eyes.
“I haven’t played in a long time. I’m out of practice,” Jiang Huai replied somewhat awkwardly.
Luo Yueguan moved to Luo Qingyu’s side and softly asked, “Did you see the dance your mother just did?”
Luo Qingyu obediently nodded.
“Come, I’ll teach you this song slowly.”
So, Jiang Huai timely began to play the zither again, watching the two women dance in the courtyard, their skirts fluttering as the moonlight poured down like silver. Although he hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, his head felt dizzy, as if he were drunk.
Indeed, beauty can cut deeper than a sharp blade.
An hour later, Luo Qingyu’s cheeks were flushed with a light sheen of sweat, and Luo Yueguan also seemed a bit tired. She gently rubbed Luo Qingyu’s head, lifted her up, and said,
“Alright, let’s go bathe, and we can continue learning tomorrow.”
“Mhm,” Luo Qingyu obediently agreed while Jiang Huai put away his zither and watched the two women head towards the bathhouse.
Only then did he stand up and return to Luo Yueguan’s room, closing the door and lying on the bed, glancing at the serene night sky outside the window.
Tossing and turning for a long time, Jiang Huai couldn’t fall asleep, his mind filled with images of Luo Yueguan’s fair, long legs, her waist, and Luo Qingyu’s fluttering skirt and watery eyes.
It was all too much.
He hugged Luo Yueguan’s quilt tightly, smelling the faint fragrance that was identical to her scent. His mind suddenly began to wander, imagining what Luo Yueguan might do when lying on this bed. Would she, in the loneliness of the night, open the small iron box beside her, take out the oval spirit jade, and comfort her cold, lonely heart?
Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!
Jiang Huai knocked on his head, trying hard not to think about these things. He rolled over in bed, but suddenly he heard the sound of the door opening. Startled, he saw Luo Yueguan standing there calmly, wrapped in a bathrobe that hugged her slender figure.
His heart skipped a beat.
Wait, what was she doing here?
Luo Yueguan didn’t speak but walked into the room, opened the wardrobe, and took out a nightgown. She didn’t even glance back at Jiang Huai, simply saying,
“I came to get a nightgown. Haven’t you slept yet?”
“I usually sleep late,” Jiang Huai replied, feeling guilty.
“Rest well,” Luo Yueguan said as she put the dance dress she had just taken off on the table, along with the other clothes from her storage ring, then picked up the nightgown and left, gently closing the door behind her.
Jiang Huai sat up and looked at the clothes Luo Yueguan had just placed on the table.
Not just the dance dress, but also Luo Yueguan’s lingerie, made of black lace, soft and intricately designed, likely a high-end product from Ziyun Pavilion.
Just as a strange thought popped into Jiang Huai’s head, he punched himself hard in the face, wincing in pain.
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Outside the room.
Standing by the door, Luo Yueguan, who had been peeking into the room, suddenly let out a chuckle. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand to prevent Jiang Huai from hearing her laughter.
He’s just a little boy with desires but no courage.
Watching Chu Xianning’s child, whom she had seen grow up, now showing such a demeanor in front of her, Luo Yueguan felt an inexplicable joy, and her lips curled up slightly without her realizing it.
She had promised to agree to any condition he asked for, and it was his choice not to take it.
You can’t go back on your word.
