Chapter 88: Chapter 88
Shen Qinglan had never felt the experience of always having a backer when doing anything, without having to worry too much before; it felt quite nice.
If it were her in a previous life, she definitely wouldn’t think that one day, she could rely on others. Such a dream, if it couldn’t be realized, she wouldn’t indulge in it.
She wasn’t afraid of Duan Yunfei using her because she had no connections or riches to offer.
Even if he had the intention, she wouldn’t necessarily allow herself to be used obediently. She was , never willing to suffer a loss unless she chose to willingly suffer it; otherwise, no one could force her.
She looked at Duan Yunfei and asked.
"No, I just had the medicinal porridge you sent this morning, and just took some medicine, planning to rest."
Duan Yunfei yawned, looking a bit fatigued.
He was indeed tired, having traveled several days in a row and was then heavily wounded, losing so much blood. Even a body made of iron couldn’t withstand it, let alone one made of flesh.
Shen Qinglan picked up the buns on the table, stood up, and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind her before heading to the back room with the buns.
Seeing her coming over, Auntie Yang smiled and said, "Girl, you’re just in time, I happened to have made lunch for you all, the two young gentlemen are waiting in the kitchen."
Shen Qinglan handed the buns to Auntie Yang, saying, "Heat the buns."
"Miss Shen is here, what did you just talk about with our young master?"
Xuan Ying gazed at her with gossiping curiosity.
He’s not thoughtless, nor is he mentally impaired. Every time their Young Master sees Shen Qinglan, his eyes light up like a hungry wolf spotting prey.
Shen Qinglan sat facing the two.
Auntie Yang put the buns in the steamer before bringing up the meal.
Usually, this place was where Auntie Yang and Uncle Shao ate, and Shen Qinglan almost never ate here. Most of the time, Auntie Yang sent the meals to the East Wing.
Xuan Ming swallowed the rice in his mouth, feeling somewhat puzzled.
From Shen Qinglan’s brisk movements and astonishing speed, it didn’t make sense for her to be so calm.
Even a master should have some Inner Strength fluctuations, but Shen Qinglan had none whatsoever. The most update n0vels are published on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
Could it be that this young girl had attained a level of Martial Arts so profound?
If a young girl is this formidable, wouldn’t the person behind her be even more intimidating?
Xuan Ming hesitated and asked Shen Qinglan, "I’ve heard Old Tang say that Miss Shen has great strength, how did you train?"
Old Tang merely babbled, for he had seen it with his own eyes.
Xuan Ying glanced at him disdainfully but also anticipated Shen Qinglan’s answer.
Shen Qinglan said, "Born with it."
The two didn’t believe and thought she was unwilling to say.
After having lunch, Shen Qinglan looked at the Xuan family brothers and instructed, "Whoever knows how to cook medicinal porridge, please do so for your Young Master. If there’s anything you don’t know, you can ask Auntie Yang."
Having said that, she covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, and went to the West Wing.
She stayed up guarding Duan Yunfei all night without sleeping, and had gone out today, now the fatigue was kicking in.
Inside the West Wing, Auntie Yang had already laid out the bedding, and Shen Qinglan fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.
When she awoke again, it was already dark.
The wind started to pick up again, and the sky remained gloomy.
It seemed there might be more rain.
She yawned, washed her face with cold water, and suddenly felt refreshed.
The water wasn’t frozen yet but felt cold enough, nearly freezing, her hands were still stiff, unable to feel anything.
If it weren’t for her eyes not being blind, she would almost suspect she had no hands.