Chapter 421: Does Youchao Xuan Have a Woman He Likes?

Qingfeng said it with a pitiful tone; Uncle Ashu naturally hoped she would stay. Many of the men here lack Qingfeng's skill at coordinated shooting, so he wanted Qingfeng to help, but when he thought of the Goddess, he didn't know what to do. Affairs between women are complicated, and as an old man he has no right to speak.

He doesn't really understand the affairs between females and males; he only knows that if he likes someone, he just sleeps with them—no need for all that entanglement. But Qingfeng likes Ying, which complicates things.

"Qingfeng, if you don't..."

"Qingfeng"

A woman's voice came from behind; Qingfeng turned and saw Ying approaching with Nan Qinghuan. Amid the swirling Snow, Nan Qinghuan was shielded by Ying at his side, leaving her feeling deeply embarrassed.

"Qingfeng"

Ying stepped forward and called her, Qingfeng nodded, "Yes, I'm here."

"Ying, Goddess, let Qingfeng stay. Our Military Camp needs her; this girl is very capable, stronger than many men. With her, we can train qualified people more quickly."

That was Uncle Ashu's hope, and actually also Youchao Xuan's hope. Youchao Xuan stepped forward, glanced at Nan Qinghuan, then at Qingfeng; Qingfeng's feet were frozen red, and he felt some sympathy.

This Tribe has Shoes, but they are few; not everyone can wear them.

"Qingfeng, your feet are all red, go warm by the fire."

This was Youchao Xuan's first time showing concern for a woman other than Nan Qinghuan, which surprised Uncle Ashu and Ying. Nan Qinghuan, being seasoned, finally understood why Youchao Xuan had come to seek the couple.

So that's how it is—he's taken a liking to Qingfeng? He never expected this. Qingfeng droops her head, feeling very insecure; she knows she can't match even a single finger of Nan Qinghuan.

Ying also saw how much effort Qingfeng had made to stay, but if she stays, Nan Qinghuan would certainly be displeased; for the first time he found himself in a dilemma.

Because he needs Qingfeng's help, but Qinghuan... Nan Qinghuan spoke first, "Qingfeng, you want to stay in the Ying Tribe, give me a reason."

Reason? Qingfeng doesn't understand what a reason is; she lifts her head and timidly glances at Nan Qinghuan, the look overly humble.

"Nan Qinghuan, I..."

Youchao Xuan quickly grabbed Qingfeng's arm, "Qingfeng, she is aunt; remember, from now on she is aunt."

"Always Omu!"

A cold wind whistled past; Youchao Xuan reminded Qingfeng not to misspeak, and Qingfeng quickly bowed, "aunt, I want to stay here to live a good life, I want to help the tribe live better, I beg you."

Saying that, Qingfeng prepared to kneel; as long as it would let her stay here, she would even kneel before Nan Qinghuan.

Nan Qinghuan didn't want to waste her life, "Don't kneel to me. Since that's the case, come with me."

Saying that, Nan Qinghuan looked at Ying, "I'll say a few words with her, you all go about your business."

Ying was still a bit worried about her condition; Nan Qinghuan merely smiled, "You train first; Qingfeng and I will talk alone."

At noon, the Snow finally ceased this year.

All that remained around was the sound of wind whistling.

Nan Qinghuan, dressed heavily, didn't feel cold, but Qingfeng was different; she had no Shoes, her entire feet were frozen bright red, and her little blackened face reflected that as well.

Now there was no one else, only the two women.

Nan Qinghuan chose a wind-sheltered spot for the conversation; she glanced at Qingfeng's timid eyes, finding it hard to believe that the woman from last night was her.

That night she had loved so intensely, yet today she was a completely different person.

This left her very confused.

What changed her? Could it be Youchao Xuan? "Qingfeng, you just said you want to stay to have a better life, right?"

Qingfeng knew that if Nan Qinghuan said she wasn't convinced, she would stay; she nodded, lifted her head and met her gaze. Qingfeng is roughly as tall as Nan Qinghuan and is also very strong.

"Yes, I hope I can stay."

Nan Qinghuan looked into her eyes and pressed, "Why do you want to stay? Is it because of Ying?"

"No, Omu, if you want to drive me away because of this, let me tell you, I no longer feel the same about Ying as before. I know he has you; you are the Goddess, I am nothing. I'm just an orphan; what can I compare to you? I now only wish to stay in the Tribe. I want to live a good life and never return to be with the Great Elder. There is nothing there—no rice, no tasty dishes. I want to stay and live in a Tulou."

Qingfeng told Nan Qinghuan these words sincerely; Nan Qinghuan saw the clear resolve in her eyes and realized the woman had given up on Ying.

Since that's the case, perhaps we should fulfill Youchao Xuan's wishes; maybe the two of them could still be together? "Alright, Qingfeng, that's what you said. I hope you remember, I can let you stay, but you must help us. If I discover you still have feelings for Ying, you know what I'll do to you."

Since arriving here, she has dealt with A Yue and gained this experience.

Therefore, A Yue's matter cannot go wrong again.

Hearing this, Qingfeng was very pleased, repeatedly expressing thanks.

"Thank you, Omu, thank you."

"Since you've returned, go find Youchao Xuan and get settled!"

I want to see the progress of this Military Camp.

This time Nan Qinghuan chose not to doubt; she believes Qingfeng seeks a good life. What she eats and uses outside is inferior to here; only a fool would think of returning.

"Omu, rest assured, I will train them well, I promise."

"Go ahead, I trust you."

After Qingfeng left happily, Ying approached from not far away; this time, Qingfeng saw that Ying no longer was infatuated, only respectful.

"Clan Leader, I'll go train them first."

Hearing this, Ying also understood, and Nan Qinghuan actually agreed.

"Alright, you may go."

After walking a few steps, Ying suddenly said, "Qingfeng"

Qingfeng halted, turned her head and looked at him, "Clan Leader, is there anything else?"

A single word, "Clan Leader," widened the distance between them; this time there truly was no romantic feeling.

Ying also smiled at her, "It's fine, get a Beast Skin from Youchao Xuan; you're dressed too lightly."

Actually, in Ying's heart he still cared for Qingfeng, because she had been his friend since childhood; he just hadn't seen her these past years.

Qingfeng nodded at him, just like in childhood, "Thank you, Ying."

Snowflakes fell onto her hair, frozen yet beautiful.

Ying kept watching her silhouette; suddenly, after Qingfeng walked a few steps, she seemed to recall something.

"Ying, wait for me."

Ying stopped his steps, turned his head to look at her, "What's wrong?"