Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 416 - 91: Repaying Human Sentiment (4000-word chapter) (2/2)

Wang Anfeng felt that his body was somewhat out of control.

He stiffly raised his hand, greeted the old woman, and said,

"Junior Wang Anfeng, has seen the Grandmother."

Xue Qinshuang’s heart uncontrollably sped up for a moment but she neither intervened nor spoke out against it. The old woman glanced at Xue Qinshuang and then at Wang Anfeng, who had straightened up.

In her heart, she sighed, indeed direct, indeed arrogant.

Is this called forthrightness?

She was born in a county city to the south of the Central Plains of Great Qin, and did not know that in Wangxian County, it was quite respectful and common for juniors to call elderly women Grandmother, unlike in Tiandong County, where only blood-related juniors could use this unique address. Seeing Wang Anfeng speak so directly without second thought, and Xue Qinshuang not stopping him, she couldn’t help but feel a subtle emotion arising within her.

Her originally gentle eyes, now fixed on Wang Anfeng, were filled with more scrutiny, like daggers, examining him up and down, filled with an inspecting intent, continually contemplating in her heart.

Well... his appearance might not be perfect, but he’s not unattractive.

His martial arts skills are significant enough for someone of his young age to surpass the Sixth Rank, which is not bad, although he couldn’t compare to her granddaughter, who is a rare talent appearing once in a thousand years, this much was absolutely certain to the old woman.

The key point was, Xue Qinshuang did not stop him at all.

The old woman suddenly felt a bit disheartened, this feeling was similar to twenty years ago when she saw her son bring back that woman, just like the time she saw a young man of her kin drawing his weapon against relatives.

Powerless.

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She knew.

Although Xue Qinshuang had a very poor relationship with her father, their temperaments were strikingly similar, almost as if they were cast from the same mold. When the young girl’s father came of age, the Third Manor Master of the Number One Manor in the World observed his demeanor and his aura, once wrote him a couplet on his coming-of-age ceremony.

The old woman still remembered what the old master wroteacouplet of five characters each.

With sword rises, with moon settles.

The sword unyielding remains unbroken, the diminished moon’s radiance undiminished.

In the end, it means stubborn, like a drawn longsword,even carelessly thrown away the sword scabbard, thirsting to be sated with fresh blood. Both father and daughter possess this temperament. Once the decision has been made, it won’t matter who the other person is or what they say; it’s futile.

Realizing this, the old woman sighed quietly, telling herself it was just a form of address, let it be, and looking at Wang Anfeng’s tense face, she no longer felt inclined to scrutinize him further and simply said,

"Rise..."

Wang Anfeng inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and said again,

"Thank you, Grandmother."

He then got up.

He did not see the increasingly strong sense of helplessness in the old woman’s eyes.

Yan Ling stopped in his tracks.

Among a group of scions of noble families clad in brocade, he alone wore the vermillion clothes of a constable, making him quite conspicuous.

Although he had come here without a formal invitation, he showed his official seal to the Imperial Guard, explaining that he needed to find someone to deal with an urgent case, acting within his rights under the circumstances. Thus, he was allowed entry, placing his belt sword on the long table at the entrance, intending only to locate Wang Anfeng and then ’extract’ him.

He hurried along the way and had not yet reached the back courtyard when he spotted Wang Anfeng. He had intended to go straight to him and lead him out, but then he witnessed that ’fine play.’

Yan Ling’s gaze fell on Wang Anfeng.

He saw the latter’s body stiff as wood, his hands unnaturally hanging by his sides. Although the weather was slightly chilly today, with his ocular power, he could even see the fine sweat in Wang Anfeng’s hair and his slightly reddened earlobes. If the weather were a little colder, he might see a wispy white steam rising off the young man’s head.

The young man slowly breathed out a murky breath, a faint smile appearing on his lips, his gaze sweeping past the girl beside him.

That one, is she Xue Qinshuang of the Xue Family?

Indeed, a rarely seen miraculous maiden.

Yan Ling lightened his steps, moving towards the back, making no sound until he had gone a dozen meters, letting the blooming winter plum and those noble men and women cover his line of sight before turning and striding away swiftly.

A slight smirk on his lips, he felt quite refreshed.

It seemed, his presence was not needed today.

...............…

Within the pavilion.

A strong yet aged hand took the wine cup suspended in the air, casually brought it to his lips, then carelessly tossed it back down.

The cup landed squarely on the stone table.

The entire pavilion seemed to collapse by an inch instantly, along with the entirety of the ’world’ it formed, which no longer operated smoothly, friction arising at its ’borders’ with the outside creating some ’static noise.’

It was as if a bowl of ink, fiercely carried by someone with glaring eyes charging forward, then abruptly flung, splashing unabashedly all over a naturally painted scroll.

The atmosphere and intent meticulously arranged by the original painter were instantly ruined by this crude and unreasonable act, leaving no trace behind.

Beneath the pavilion, the old man surnamed Lin finally raised his eyes, looking in that direction.

Uneven stones were inlaid on the ground, forming a winding path. To the left was a lake that had not frozen over even in winter, reflecting the pale blue sky. On the right, winter plum branches stretched out sinuously, the plum trees and the lake meeting the sky and earth, loosely standing there was an elderly man in a white cotton robe.