Finest Servant Chapter 76

Chapter 76 This Beauty Loves Killing (Part 1)

Xiao Qingxuan held back her laughter and said, “You sure have a lot of bold ideas. I don't even have such martial arts skills as you do.”

The faint moonlight spilled in. When Lin Wanrong saw Xiao Qingxuan's fair complexion and beautiful face, her eyebrows like spring mountains and eyes like autumn waters, she looked as if she had descended from the lunar palace. She was wearing a tight-fitting black suit at the moment, her chest not bound by cloth strips, creating a surging view. Lin Wanrong remembered the day he personally measured her world-class figure and couldn't help but swallow. This girl was a real top-notch beauty.

“What are you looking at?” Lin Wanrong thought that she wouldn't see him checking her out in the dark, so his gaze was somewhat unrestrained. Little did he know, Xiao Qingxuan could see clearly in the dark and caught his lewd gaze, causing her to feel both embarrassed and angry.

“I'm looking at you.” Lin Wanrong said candidly. Since she wasn't going to kill him, and he didn't have any money for her to rob, at most she could only rob him of his dignity. What was there to be afraid of?

Xiao Qingxuan felt that in front of this scoundrel, despite her martial arts skills, she was completely useless. She didn't know what kind of magic he had cast on her.

“What are you here for today? Did you sneak in to watch me sleep?” Lin Wanrong said with a grin.

“My sword. Where's my sword?” Xiao Qingxuan gritted her teeth.

“Alright, alright, it was just a joke. Tell me, why are you looking for me?” This girl was always ready to draw her sword. Damn it, Lin thought, one day he would draw his “sword” against her, to “kill” her until she was completely flustered and calling for help.

Xiao Qingxuan, of course, didn't know about his vile thoughts. After pondering for a moment, she asked, “What did that Qin Xian'er say to you today?”

“How do you know about Qin Xian'er? Were you… following me?” Lin Wanrong asked, his eyes wide.

Xiao Qingxuan gave a disdainful laugh, “What do you think you have that's worth me following?”

Well, that was true, but it was quite a blow to his ego. Lin Wanrong said, “You're being rude to me, I refuse to answer.”

Xiao Qingxuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy was completely unpredictable, one moment cunning like a fox, the next acting hurt like a child. He really was hard to deal with.

Little did she know that this was exactly the strength of Lin Wanrong's skill at flirting with girls. As he once told Luo Yuan, he wanted to stir up a woman's dominance, gentleness, and maternal instincts.

“I wasn't following you. It just so happened that I saw your impressive performance at Miaoyu Pavilion today. 'Speechless in the slanted evening sun of Qinhuai, every home by the water reflects the red makeup. Spring wind oblivious to the changing jade countenance, still the songs of joy circle the painted boats. Under the bright moon, hearts are breaking.' I didn't expect you to have some skills.” Xiao Qingxuan remembered the poem clearly.

Lin Wanrong laughed and recited, “Speechless in the slanted evening sun of Qinhuai, every home by the water reflects the red makeup. Spring wind oblivious to the changing jade countenance, still the songs of joy circle the painted boats. Who will lament the rise and fall!”

Xiao Qingxuan was taken aback. Just by changing several words, the mood of the poem had completely shifted from romance to the worries of a nation, giving it a completely different flavor.

“Who will lament the rise and fall, who will lament the rise and fall.” Xiao Qingxuan recited twice, then said, “Lin Wanrong, with your kind of insight, there's still hope for our great Hua.”

'Here we go again,' Lin Wanrong thought. He had already learned that this Xiao Qingxuan was a loyal royalist, and they had even argued about it before.

“It seems you really weren't following me.” Lin Wanrong said, “Could you tell me, who exactly are you?”

Xiao Qingxuan counter-questioned, “Who do you think I am?”

Lin Wanrong sighed, “I never play this kind of word game, it gives me a headache!”

Xiao Qingxuan snorted, “Then you should stop asking. Who I am has nothing to do with you.”

Indeed, he and she were people from two different worlds. Why asked these questions? What did it have to do with him? With this thought, Lin Wanrong fell silent, and so did she.

A man was lying on the bed, and a woman was standing in front of it. It was strange, and to say it was ambiguous would somewhat wrong Lin Wanrong. He had only interacted with Xiao Qingxuan twice, and both times under unfriendly circumstances. Aside from her murderous intent, the only things he remembered about her were her looks and figure.

Xiao Qingxuan also couldn't figure out the man before her. He was clearly full of talent, yet seemed to understand nothing. Sometimes he was domineering, sometimes weak, completely inscrutable. Although the two were in close proximity, they felt like they were isolated in two different worlds.

Xiao Qingxuan snapped out of her thoughts, 'I need to focus on important matters.'

“Lin Wanrong, are you really unwilling to tell me what you and Qin Xian'er talked about?” she asked.

Lin Wanrong sighed helplessly, “What else could we talk about? You saw it too, I only pointed out some problems in her song, and she asked me to explain in detail.”

“Just that simple?” Xiao Qingxuan questioned, “Didn't she talk to you about anything else? Like where she came from, what she intends to do here?”

“No.” Lin Wanrong responded definitively, “Please, miss, I only met her tonight. What do you think she would talk to me about? Love and romance?”

Seeing Xiao Qingxuan lost in thought, Lin Wanrong smirked, “Ah, I understand, are you… jealous?”

“Jealous?” Xiao Qingxuan responded in confusion, “What would I be jealous of?”

“Seeing me getting too close with Qin Xian'er, naturally you would be jealous.” Lin Wanrong said, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Xiao Qingxuan really wanted to laugh. This guy, not only was his skin incredibly thick, but his self-perception was far too high. She glanced at him and said, “What about you do you think is worth my jealousy?”

'Ugh, there's that tone again.' This Xiao Qingxuan seemed to always have a sense of superiority. Joking with her was not fun at all. Qin Xian'er was much better, charming to the bone.

“Lin Wanrong, you'd better not get too close to Qin Xian'er,” Xiao Qingxuan suddenly said.

“What do you mean? Who I make friends with is none of your business,” Lin Wanrong said, displeased.

“All I can tell you is that this Qin Xian'er is not simple. If you get involved with her, it will be difficult to extricate yourself,” Xiao Qingxuan said, ignoring his tone.

“Do you like me?” Lin Wanrong asked, smiling.

“You, you… you rascal!” Xiao Qingxuan was so angry she was lost for words. “I will kill you.”

“Again with that? Can't you come up with something more creative? I don't know how many times you've threatened to kill me tonight. Please, just actually do it for once,” Lin Wanrong said.

Tears welled up in Xiao Qingxuan's eyes. She turned to leave without saying a word. Moonlight spilled onto her, and from her sleeve, a few drops of liquid seemed to fall.

'Can it rain inside a house?' Lin Wanrong wondered. Seeing her night clothes, he suddenly realized something. He quickly got out of bed and grabbed Xiao Qingxuan's arm, “Miss, uh, Miss Xiao, are you injured?”

Xiao Qingxuan stubbornly shrugged off his hand. “None of your business.”

Used to her temper, Lin Wanrong let go of her hand. “I don't want to interfere. But let me tell you, if a wound is not treated promptly, it will fester and leave a large scar. For a man, it may not matter, but for a beautiful woman like you, it would be a disaster.”

Sure enough, Xiao Qingxuan seemed moved. After hesitating for a while, she finally asked, “What do you mean by 'fester'?”

'Sigh,' it was really hard to explain to her. Lin Wanrong said, “In short, you should listen to me and treat your wound as soon as possible to avoid terrible complications.”

Without waiting for her to respond, he found a lighter, and with a 'click', lit the oil lamp.

Xiao Qingxuan was apparently scared by his words. Women, especially beautiful women, care greatly about their looks and skin. When Lin Wanrong lit the oil lamp, for some reason, a faint blush appeared on her face.

Lin Wanrong turned around to see that even though Xiao Qingxuan was wearing a black martial arts outfit, she had resumed her feminine attire. Indeed, her face was beautiful, indescribably so. She looked like a cold fairy under the moonlight, but under the dim yellow oil lamp, she seemed somewhat enticing, although still aloof.

Lin Wanrong sighed. A woman as beautiful as this was truly a calamity.

Xiao Qingxuan had full confidence in her own appearance. Seeing him glance at her and then look away, she felt a bit strange. Could she not be as beautiful as that Qin Xian'er?

Lin Wanrong went over to her and saw that she had been stabbed in the arm. Although the wound wasn't deep, it was still bleeding profusely. This girl really played with her life. Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly. He found the leftover 'Daughter's Red' wine from the day they ate dog meat and tore some clean cotton, soaking it in the wine.

Watching his actions, Xiao Qingxuan asked curiously, “What are you doing?”

“Alcohol cotton, disinfectant.” Knowing that explaining would be futile, Lin Wanrong decided to use the simplest terms. Whether she understood or not wasn't his problem.

Seeing his attitude, Xiao Qingxuan knew he didn't want to explain to her, and she couldn't help but huff in annoyance.

After washing his hands, Lin Wanrong brought a basin of hot water to the table and said, “Alright, let's begin.”

Seeing his professional demeanor, Xiao Qingxuan felt a bit more at ease, but she couldn't help but ask, “Will this… leave a scar?”

Lin Wanrong was almost certain that as long as he used the golden wound medicine left by Old Wei, her wound would definitely return to its former smoothness. However, women often became half-silly when it came to such issues. Despite his repeated reassurances, Xiao Qingxuan remained uneasy.

Impatient, Lin Wanrong tore open his own shirt and said, “See for yourself.”

“Ah, what are you doing?” Xiao Qingxuan exclaimed. “If you dare take liberties with me, I'll kill you, you rascal!”

With a swish, a sword appeared from nowhere, its chill resting against his neck.

Chapter end