Chapter 96: Chapter 96

The night wind howled, and a light rain drizzled.

The Shen Mansion in Baihua Lane, Jinxi Town.

"Young Master, Qian San has sent a letter!"

Xuan Ming retrieved the letter from the carrier pigeon’s leg, glanced through it briefly, and then handed it over to Duan Yunfei.

Duan Yunfei took it and examined it carefully, raising an eyebrow.

He pondered, "In this world... does such a thing as a heavenly gift really exist?"

Even he, often called a genius, required postnatal learning to understand things, the only advantage being that he learned faster than others.

"Crazy for over a decade?"

Xuan Ying leaned over, and halfway through reading, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Really?"

While Shen Qinglan appeared a little dazed superficially, she was by no means foolish.

Xuan Ming said, "The letter says that a few months ago, Miss Shen spontaneously recovered from her madness and even received a heavenly gift. Not only can she read and paint, but she can also use martial arts..."

At this point, Xuan Ming couldn’t help but sigh, "Is there truly such a strange occurrence in this world?"

Compared to the talk of a heavenly gift, he preferred to believe there was a high-level mentor guiding Shen Qinglan.

"She doesn’t have any inner strength."

Duan Yunfei said, tossing the letter into the charcoal brazier.

Once the letter burned down, he chuckled softly and said, "Whether guided by a high-level mentor or a heavenly gift, she remains my Qinglan."

Xuan Ming and Xuan Ying: ...Young Master, can you have a little shame?

"Cough—" Xuan Ming coughed lightly and said, "The letter also mentioned that the Shen Family might move in tomorrow."

"Did Old Tang buy the house next door?" Duan Yunfei asked.

Xuan Ming nodded, "He bought it, and it was tidied up early this morning."

Duan Yunfei nodded lightly, then asked, "What about Tianjie and the others? Where are they staying for now?"

Xuan Ming replied, "They’re staying at Shengxiang Restaurant."

Xuan Ying laughed, "Young Master Tianjie always thought Shengxiang belonged to Old Tang, and he says that no place is as reassuring and comfortable as staying at Old Tang’s."

Duan Yunfei chuckled softly, saying nothing.

"By the way, Young Master." Xuan Ming said, "Miss Tang seems to have caught a cold, and just now, Mr. Yan had someone notify me to go and take a look."

Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow, seemingly not remembering such a person.

Xuan Ming said, "The daughter of the Magistrate of Xiuying Mansion, Mr. Yan’s fiancée, she came over with Mr. Yan and the others this morning." Dıscover more novels at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽

He wasn’t interested in someone else’s fiancée.

He looked up at Xuan Ming and said, "Since she’s Yan Yijie’s fiancée, you should go and see her then."

"Yes!" Xuan Ming responded, "Young Master, you should rest early!"

"Hmm." Duan Yunfei thought for a moment, looking at Xuan Ying, "Xuan Ying, you go with Xuan Ming."

Xuan Ying refused outright without a second thought.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Duan Yunfei was a bit puzzled.

Xuan Ming chuckled softly and said, "All the young Mr. Le did was flirt with him a bit, yet he acts like he’s seen a ghost, avoiding him whenever he can."

"Brother!" Xuan Ying protested with dissatisfaction, "Stop talking nonsense! Who’s afraid of him? I just don’t want to see him, acting nothing like a proper gentleman."

"Le Zhao isn’t proper?" Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow, "Now that’s truly peculiar."

Le Zhao is even more proper than him, even though he doesn’t have a stiff demeanor, he usually appears calm and breezy. How did he become an improper gentleman to Xuan Ying?

"He was simply complimenting him, and he blushed like a little wife, as if Le Zhao wasn’t the improper one, but he overthought it."

Xuan Ming said, giving Xuan Ying a sidelong glance.

"Those weren’t compliments, they were flirtations, things like it’s been a long time and how the second brother Xuan is becoming more charming with time, and even inviting me to drink with him tonight to ease the longing, ugh~"

Xuan Ying finished with a shiver, crossing his arms as if he couldn’t stand it.