As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group Chapter 596: Li Qingluo's Curiosity
Previously on As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group...
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Eh? There was actually a solution like that?
Machete Girl: Mm. Never saw it coming.
Lazy Kitten: As expected of Anzen-onii-san. What a shame, though…
This is an Actor: ? And what, exactly, is that “shame” supposed to mean?
Lazy Kitten: Ah, nothing, nothing at all.
Saying this in the group, Qi Luoli was meanwhile shaking her head with genuine regret. “Tch. There goes my chance to watch the drama unfold.”
For her, if the group leader had been willing to stage a “honey trap,” it would have been far more entertaining than showing Wang Yuyan Murong Fu’s true face. That would have been a live-action NTR, enough to land a critical hit on every purist shipper in existence.
“Luoli, what are you thinking about?” Watching her cat abruptly shake her head, Ye Rong asked, puzzled.
Qi Luoli shot her a glance, took out her phone, and typed: Nothing. Just thinking these little shorts of yours really don’t suit you. Go change, half your backside is hanging out.
Uh.
Reading the message, Ye Rong went scarlet as if struck by lightning and bolted into her room.
Tsk tsk tsk. The girl is really that shy?
Watching her scamper off in such a flurry, Qi Luoli clicked her tongue in mild resignation. How is she ever going to find a boyfriend like this? Her future love life looks bleak.
So thinking, she hooked a small claw into the shorts hugging her own backside and tugged them down a little, then turned her attention back to the group chat.
Gerard, who had by now seen the kitten’s message, shook his head gently and tugged the corner of his mouth in helplessness: You people…
He’d noticed it for a while now: the members of this group were getting stranger and stranger by the day. Every day it was nothing but giggles and stirring up mischief. That old innocence was drifting further and further from them, and just who had caused that, hmm?
He thought it over carefully, and enlightenment struck. Perhaps this, too, was a kind of awakening of human nature? In any case, the culprit was definitely not himself.
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Show Yan-er Murong Fu’s true face. Understood.
Li Mochou nodded lightly. This plan was clearly the most workable, and executing it would be all but effortless. Murong Fu’s character had been laid thoroughly bare in the original story; scheming against him was easier than easy.
Her mood thoroughly excellent, Li Mochou’s face blossomed into a smile, like a holy lily glittering in the light.
Li Qingluo, standing beside her, nearly lost herself staring. “Little sister, you truly are a beauty beyond all the land.”
Li Mochou tilted her head slightly in surprise, silent for a few seconds. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
This was no flattery. In Li Mochou’s eyes, this bargain-bin sister of hers absolutely deserved to be called a peerless beauty. Even approaching forty now, the years had left barely a mark on her face.
“I’m already old.” Li Qingluo shook her head. “My health isn’t what it was, either. These days I ask for nothing but to see Yan-er grow up safe and sound. I don’t dare hope for more.”
“But you still can’t forget him.” Li Mochou looked her straight in the eyes and said softly, “Am I wrong?”
The “him” in question was, naturally, Duan Zhengchun.
Li Mochou, who had read the original Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, knew perfectly well: this bargain-bin sister of hers would think of Duan Zhengchun until the day she died. To die together with him, she had even counted that a great happiness.
Really, what a sin and a shame.
Li Qingluo froze slightly, not quite daring to meet Li Mochou’s eyes. She looked away. “I’m sorry, Mochou.”
“That apology isn’t owed to me.” Li Mochou sighed, her expression faintly helpless. “The people you’ve wronged are many. Your dead husband. Yan-er. And yourself. I am the only one not among them.”
“No. I know this sister of mine has disappointed you.”
“That was your own choice.”
With that, neither Li Qingluo nor Li Mochou spoke again, their gazes settling together on the setting sun not far off. Under the golden afterglow, the surface of Lake Tai glittered and shimmered like a beautiful scroll painting.
“So. What do you actually want?” Li Mochou spoke up suddenly once more. “Do you mean to reconcile with him? Even if you wanted to become the Princess of Zhennan, I could make it happen.”
With Li Mochou’s strength, it would indeed be simple.
March straight into Dali, blanket the entire palace with her Reiatsu, and if they refused her terms, the Dali imperial house would simply cease to exist. Under that kind of pressure, the Emperor of Dali and Duan Zhengchun alike would know exactly which choice to make.
The Princess of Zhennan?!
The title made Li Qingluo’s expression freeze, her eyes flashing bright. But very quickly, she shook her head with force. “No! Even if you truly could do it, I want nothing, nothing, to do with him again!”
“Won’t,” not “don’t wish to.”
Li Qingluo knew her own heart: she genuinely could not forget Duan Zhengchun. But she meant to crush that longing down, to have not the slightest connection with him ever again.
Not for any other reason than this: she simply could not bear to disappoint her little sister a second time.
“Enough of that.” Li Qingluo drew a deep breath and smiled. “Compared with your wretched older sister, have you ever had someone you loved, all these years?”
It was a casual question at heart, for she knew exactly how lofty her sister’s standards were. Even a man as flawlessly handsome as their father had, in her sister’s eyes, been no more than common mortal clay.
“Someone I loved…” Li Mochou’s thoughts drifted to a certain group leader, and her cheeks flushed faintly. “I suppose there is one.”
Hah?
Li Qingluo jolted, utterly dumbstruck. What had she just heard? Her sister, that sister whose standards soared above the clouds, who regarded men as dust and dung, had just admitted to having someone she loved?
Unbelievable. It was truly unbelievable. And that blush on her sister’s face, she was clearly not joking!
“Who is he?” Li Qingluo’s curiosity blazed, truly, tremendously curious. “Are there really young heroes in this jianghu worthy of my sister’s eyes?”
“He is not of the jianghu.” Li Mochou shook her head lightly. “This jianghu could never contain him.”
“Not of the jianghu?” Li Qingluo froze, her curiosity climbing higher still. “Don’t tell me, one of the imperial kinsmen of the Song court?”
“Even less. In his eyes, those men are less than dust.”
“Then… could your beloved be one of the immortals of heaven, little sister?”
“About right.”
Li Qingluo’s face went blank. She felt the conversation collapsing beneath her. An immortal of heaven, of all things, and you actually admit it! Never mind whether immortals even exist; even if they did… why would one ever look twice at a mortal girl like you?
Hmm.
True, her sister’s beauty was otherworldly, surely not far beneath the fairy maidens of heaven. But the immortals would surely mind their matches too, wouldn’t they? There was no way one of them would fall for a mortal.
Surely not… right?