Chapter 289: Yang Soul

Outside the window, snowflakes were falling.

Inside the window, two young women, both draped in identical snow-white fox fur cloaks, were looking at each other, quietly sizing one another up.

After a long moment.

Bai Meixue finally smiled slightly, extended her arm, and said, "Su Guniang, do you not need to check my pulse?"

Su Qingling did not speak and walked over.

Her fingers rested on the pulse, and after a pause of a few breaths, she raised her head, looked at the stunning face before her, and suddenly asked, "Weren't you disfigured?"

Bai Meixue was startled and laughed, "That was a lie. Did Luo Zijun not tell you?"

Su Qingling said expressionlessly, "He did."

Bai Meixue's gaze shifted and she said, "I didn't expect him to have no reservations with you. I had specifically cautioned him about this matter, not to tell anyone."

Su Qingling did not speak and slowly released her fingers.

Bai Meixue stared at her for a while longer and asked, "Am I ill?"

Su Qingling said, "No."

Bai Meixue said, "Then what is the reason? Have you figured it out, Su Guniang?"

Su Qingling raised her head, looked at her, met her gaze for a moment, and said indifferently, "Your body has a congenital deficiency; you have likely been missing something since birth."

Bai Meixue's expression shifted, and she said, "Missing what?"

Su Qingling was silent for a moment and said, "Yang Soul."

"Yang Soul?"

Bai Meixue was stunned upon hearing this and said, "What is that?"

Su Qingling looked into her pitch-black pupils and said, "When a human is born, they all contain yin and yang, and the soul is the same. It is just that men have abundant Yang Energy, while women have abundant Yin Energy. Within a woman's body, there is more or less Yang, but in your case, there is almost none."

Bai Meixue frowned slightly.

Su Qingling said, "Therefore, you dislike sunlight, dislike moving about, and are even unwilling to be close to men. You have no energy during the day and like to be alone, but at night, you are mentally agitated and like to let your imagination run wild."

Bai Meixue was stunned, nodded, and said, "That is how it is."

Immediately, she hurriedly asked, "Su Guniang, then what about the fact that I often have nightmares?"

Su Qingling pondered for a moment and said, "If you like to let your imagination run wild, you will naturally have nightmares. The nightmares you have at night might not even be dreams; they are just fantasies you have when you are in a state between sleep and wakefulness."

"Fantasies when in a state between sleep and wakefulness?"

Bai Meixue looked Daidai, struggling to recall those nightmares, and for a moment, she truly could not distinguish whether those were dreams or not.

"Su Guniang, can this illness be cured?"

She asked hurriedly.

Su Qingling said, "This is not an illness; it is a congenital deficiency, and it is very difficult to cure."

Bai Meixue's eyes brightened: "If it is very difficult to cure, that means it can be cured. Can you cure it, Su Guniang?"

Su Qingling was silent for a moment, looked at her, and said, "Actually, it is fine not to cure it; it will not cause any serious consequences."

Bai Meixue said, "Please tell me the method of treatment, Su Guniang. Even if it is difficult, I would like to try."

Su Qingling stared at her for a while longer and said indifferently, "Actually, it is not difficult. Find a man with a vigorous Yang Soul and have him inject Yang Energy into you every day. After a year, it should be fine."

Bai Meixue was startled: "A man with a vigorous Yang Soul? Injecting Yang Energy every day? How is it injected?"

Su Qingling did not speak again.

Bai Meixue was stunned, but quickly reacted. Her beautiful, fair cheeks were instantly stained with two blushes. She looked at her with a strange gaze and said, "It takes a year?"

Su Qingling said, "Perhaps longer."

Bai Meixue fell silent.

Su Qingling said with a flat expression, "You can also choose not to believe me and just consider it nonsense."

Bai Meixue looked at her and said, "But, I am very repulsed by men."

Su Qingling stood up, walked to the window, looked at the snowflakes falling outside, and said in a flat tone, "You are repulsed at first, but slowly, you will come to like it. After all, you are lacking those things."

Bai Meixue bit her lip lightly, looked at her, and said, "Can Luo Zijun do it? He is my husband; I could barely accept that."

Su Qingling had her back to her, and the expression on her face could not be seen as she said, "He cannot."

Bai Meixue said, "Why?"

Su Qingling said indifferently, "He is too weak."

Bai Meixue said, "He is not weak at all. Su Guniang should know; he is a cultivator, his blood and Qi are vigorous, and his Yang Soul must also be very powerful."

Su Qingling turned around to look at her: "How do you know?"

Facing her cold gaze, Bai Meixue did not know why she felt a bit guilty and said, "I... my sister told me."

Su Qingling stared into her eyes and did not speak again.

Bai Meixue did not speak again either.

In the room, silence suddenly fell.

On the table, fragrance drifted from the incense burner, curling and swaying like the dance of a beauty.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

At this moment, Luo Zijun knocked on the door from outside: "Senior Sister, Eldest Miss, may I come in?"

No one answered.

"Creak..."

Luo Zijun pushed the door open and looked into the room.

Seeing the two of them, one sitting at the table and one standing by the window, neither speaking, and the atmosphere looking not quite right, he hurriedly entered the room and asked, "Senior Sister, have you checked the Eldest Miss?"

Su Qingling looked at him and said coldly, "I checked. It's a terminal illness."

Luo Zijun: "..."

Bai Meixue smiled slightly and said, "Su Guniang is joking, I have no illness."

Luo Zijun said, "Then what about those nightmares?"

Bai Meixue said, "I like to let my imagination run wild when I sleep; I will just go to bed earlier from now on."

Su Qingling did not speak and walked toward the outside.

Luo Zijun cupped his hands in a salute to Bai Daxiaojie, then followed her out and closed the room door.

"Senior Sister, I will see you back." The two walked one after the other down the corridor.

Just as they were about to head toward the main gate, Su Qingling suddenly turned her head and looked at the small door on the wall to the side.

Luo Zijun's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly held up his umbrella and said, "Senior Sister, the snow is getting heavier, let's go back quickly."

Su Qingling, however, ignored him, stopped in her tracks, stared at the small door on the wall for a moment, and actually walked straight toward it.

Fenfen immediately said from the corridor, "You are not allowed to go through there!"

Su Qingling turned her head and glanced at her, which actually made her shrink her neck in fear, immediately fall silent, and not dare to make another sound.

"Creak..."

Su Qingling arrived before the wall, gave it a light push, and the small door opened.

Luo Zijun hurriedly bluffed, "Senior Sister, this is a small door leading to the outhouse; it is very smelly inside."

Qingqing, who had an icy expression on the corridor, suddenly could not hold it in, let out a "pfft" laugh, and then slowly covered her mouth, her face turning bright red.

At this moment, a petite figure in a green dress suddenly appeared on the other side of the small door. Upon seeing Su Qingling, her eyes widened in surprise and she said, "Miss Ling'er!"

Then, Zhiyuan also appeared.

When Zhiyuan saw the young girl draped in a snow-white fox fur before her, she was instantly stunned on the spot by her fairy-like beauty and cold, aloof temperament.

"The outhouse?"

Su Qingling turned her head back and looked at the person behind her.

Luo Zijun gave an awkward smile and said, "I remembered wrong, it's not the outhouse, it's... it's..."

Before he could finish, Su Qingling had already walked through the small door.

Luo Zijun cursed inwardly and hurriedly followed.

The silly Xiaohuan had already begun to introduce with a fawning expression: "Miss Ling'er, this is Junzi Residence, the place where Young Master lives. This small door makes it convenient for Young Master to go over to pay his respects to Daxiaojie, and also convenient for Fenfen and Bai Bai and the others to come over."

Su Qingling was observing the courtyard as she walked, and upon hearing this, she looked at her and said, "Convenient for them to come over to do what?"

"To keep— woo—"

Xiaohuan was just about to speak when her mouth was urgently covered by Luo Zijun, who then scolded, "Xiaohuan, go brew tea for Senior Sister quickly! Chattering away, you have no sense of the situation!"

When Xiaohuan still wanted to speak, she was forcibly dragged away by Zhiyuan.

"Senior Sister, it is getting late..."

"Shut up."

"Oh..."

Su Qingling stepped onto the stairs, went up the corridor, and then walked straight into the house.

Luo Zijun followed behind, feeling anxious and uneasy, and discovered that as soon as this girl entered the room, her nose began to twitch, as if she were sniffing for some scent.

"Creak..."

Su Qingling pushed open the room on the left, walked in, took a look at the furnishings inside, and her gaze landed on the bed.

The bedding on the bed was folded neatly, the sheets were smooth, and there were no wrinkles at all.

"Senior Sister, this is my room."

Luo Zijun introduced.

Su Qingling looked around the room again, then left the room and went straight to the room opposite.

As soon as she entered the room, she began sniffing again, and her gaze quickly landed on the bed.

The bedding and sheets on the bed were all very neat.

Luo Zijun followed and introduced, "This is Xiaohuan and Zhiyuan's room. They usually sleep here, and only during the day do they go to my room to tidy up. I also never enter their room. After all, they are girls, and men and women should not..."

"You slept here last night?"

Before he could finish, Su Qingling's gaze turned toward him.

Luo Zijun's heart jumped, and he said, "No, how could I? I have my own room, why would I sleep here?"

Su Qingling looked at him with a cold gaze and said, "There is the scent of three people on the bed, and yours is the most intense."

Luo Zijun's mouth twitched, and he muttered inwardly, is this girl really a bloodhound?

Of course, he would not admit it: "It might have been picked up when Xiaohuan helped me wash my clothes. This bed is so small, it's impossible for three people to sleep here."

Su Qingling stared at him for a few more moments, walked to the bedside, suddenly picked up a hair from the head of the bed, held it up, and said, "Your hair."

Luo Zijun denied it: "It's not mine, it might be Xiaohuan's or Zhiyuan's."

Su Qingling hummed, threw the hair away, looked at the bed for a while, and suddenly picked up a short, slightly curled one, saying, "Then what about this one?"

Luo Zijun looked closely, froze for a moment, and hurriedly continued to deny: "It might also be Xiaohuan's, or Zhiyuan's."

Su Qingling narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you want to compare it with yours?"

Luo Zijun's expression changed instantly.

Su Qingling looked toward Xiaohuan and Zhiyuan, who were blushing outside the window, and said coldly, "Or, should I let them come in and compare?"

Luo Zijun hurriedly waved his hands: "No need to compare, no need to compare... it, it is mine... it is mine..."

At this very moment, he had no choice but to admit it.

This girl says what she means and does what she says; there was no need to compare, she only had to call those two little girls in to see for herself.

Those two little girls were clean and tidy, how could they have such things...

"Senior Sister, you also know that as a man, a young and vigorous man, sometimes I have to succumb to the body's instincts and do some things that make my conscience uneasy and leave me incredibly ashamed..."

"Actually, I study at home every day; my heart is only in books..."

Luo Zijun began to explain shamelessly.

Su Qingling looked at him coldly, and only after he finished telling lies with his eyes open and talking nonsense did she walk out of the room and say, "Take me back; I have something to give you."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zijun was not happy but afraid, and he hurriedly followed her out, saying, "Senior Sister, we are family, there is no need for such courtesy; I don't want it."

Su Qingling ignored him further and, facing the wind and snow, exited the small courtyard.

The neighboring courtyard.

Dressed in snow-white, Bai Meixue stood before the window, staring blankly at the snowy scenery outside, murmuring to herself, "Yang Soul... no wonder, I always felt that I was missing something..."

(End of this chapter)