Ming Suwen gave her evaluation of the royal palace’s garden, structures, style and whatnot, using every synonym, idiom and poem in her database. If her audience was the female constables of Liu Shan Men, they’d be laughing and swooning over her. In contrast, Shen Yiren’s responses were bereft of any emotion.
“Oh,” “ah,” “mm,” if I was your man, I’d never bother with you again.
Shen Yiren, a subscriber of being prompt and a workaholic, was amidst writing a letter to Emperor Yuansheng at Ming Feizhen’s behest. She was too focused on selecting her words to feel that her “conversation” with Ming Suwen was awkward.
“Hmm…” Ming Suwen, being restless as always, she gazed at Shen Yiren no differently to a predator and then pounced, squeezing Shen Yiren’s melons from behind. “Wh-whoa! S-so soft!”
“Ming Suwen!” Shen Yiren smacked Ming Suwen on the head with a book, heaving big breaths. “Can you stop?! Why are you messing around now?!”
“Wow, why so mad? I was just playing with you, hahaha.”
Shen Yiren certainly got to know Ming Suwen better over the last few days, but Ming Suwen also learnt a lot more about Shen Yiren.
While it wasn’t hard to see why the northern martial world’s most beautiful maiden was hailed as the most beautiful, her “The Demoness” title only became apparent once one spent long enough with her. As for ever-curious Miss Juese, all of Liu Shan Men already knew about that character.
Ming Suwen saw the man her heart belonged to in Shen Yiren – always carrying duties on their shoulders, always projecting the future, always looking forward. Whether or not it was attributed to the similarities between them, Ming Suwen developed a strong – and playful – interest in Shen Yiren.
Ming Suwen loved to see Shen Yiren’s ears bounce whenever the latter was triggered. Every inch of Shen Yiren was so perfect that Ming Suwen would forget about her jealousy.
I can see why Feizhen takes a liking to her. He really has good taste in girls.
“I just think you shouldn’t waste such b-, cute assets,” Ming Suwen said with her eyes fixed on the two balloons.
“Yours are also plenty big!”
Shen Yiren wasn’t going to take it lying down. She counterattacked with her own move, seizing Ming Suwen’s waist, yet the latter laughed hysterically. After a prolonged “wrestling” exchange, both maidens’ hair and clothing were unkempt, breaths laborious.
“Hahaha, I’m done. I’m done, hahaha.” Ming Suwen sprawled out on the bed in regal fashion.
“Always messing around like your nephew.” Shen Yiren grumpily combed her hair subsequent to shooting Ming Suwen a glare.
“Aiyo? What happened to addressing me as ‘sister’?”
Given Shen Yiren had a number of friends, she clearly wasn’t difficult to get along with unlike the similarly serious Yu Feiyuan. While one had to scowl to be intimidating, the other’s pride was worn on her sleeve. The only reason Shen Yiren didn’t have more friends was because she was too busy to devote herself to making friends, not because she couldn’t make them. Thus, Shen Yiren didn’t have any challenge getting to know somebody well in a short window, particularly if the person of interest didn’t withhold.
Despite Ming Suwen’s playful, innocent pranks, Shen Yiren could sense the former hinting at things beyond her grasp.
“As soon as I give you an inch, you take yards. If you behave, I’ll address you as my sister. Else,” Shen Yiren tried her best to look scary with her hand raised, “I’ll spank you.”
“Ooh, scary.”
Shen Yiren returned to her letter, only to find it smudged, so she started over.
“Sis.”
“What?” Shen Yiren grouched.
“It’s already smudged, so you might as well take a break. How about we have a chat?”
“… Fine. I have no interest in roast meat, pots and whatever, though. I’d rather you talk to me about major events in the martial world or share martial arts knowledge.”
“Fine, we’ll talk about major events in the martial world.”
Shen Yiren didn’t doubt she had fallen for the grinning prankster’s trap. “Yeah, what exactly?”
“I’ll tell you a story related to Six Evils, a young boy and girl.” Having successfully grabbed Shen Yiren’s full attention, Ming Suwen celebrated with her lips. “Weren’t you wondering why Feizhen is searching high and low for help in spite of your current forces? Six Evils aren’t monsters out of books for us; they’re beings we’re dedicating our lives to driving out. What I’m about to tell you is a bloody story that I witnessed take place on Mount Daluo.”
