She hadn't forgotten that he was still a disciple of Elder Chi Xia. Rumor had it that Elder Chi Xia knew everything from celestial phenomena to earthly geography, so he must have been proficient in these arcane arts. As his disciple, he should have learned them.
"Are you sure it was the King of Nan'an?"
Qing Yao asked carefully, and Mo You nodded, "Yes, it was indeed the King of Nan'an."
"Send him out of the valley," Mu Qing Yao's eyes flickered, her expression cold as she waved her hand, signaling Mo You to handle the matter.
She had been in the valley for several months, and the affairs of the Xuan Yue Imperial Palace seemed distant to her.
"Yes, Mistress," Mo You took the order and swiftly darted out. In the room, a chill emanated from Qing Yao, her black pupils lost in thought, two small sparks of fire dancing within them. How could the King of Nan'an have gotten in? But if not him, then who? Could it be him?
That was absolutely impossible, for how could the imperial palace be without an emperor? As Mu Qing Yao pondered, Mo Chou, standing by her side, spoke with concern.
"Miss, now that the King of Nan'an knows you are in the valley, I fear he won't leave easily. What should we do? Will they harm the people in Heartless Valley?"
Qing Yao laughed at her words. To harm the people of Heartless Valley, they would first need the ability. A faint smile played on her lips.
"Forget it, let's not think about it. Wu Qing won't let them in."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was another knock at the door. Mu Qing Yao didn't move, still leaning on the bed. She thought Mo You had returned after handling the matter, but then she heard Mo Chou exclaim, "Young Master, you've arrived?"
Qing Yao was startled. She hadn't expected it to be Wu Qing. He rarely sought her out actively. Could it be about the King of Nan'an that he had come to find her? She quickly sat up and turned to look. Qing Feng pushed Wu Qing in.
"You all may leave,"
Wu Qing said faintly, his voice soft but impossible to ignore. His indifference was as if the matter did not concern him, yet every word fell precisely into one's heart.
"Yes, Young Master," Qing Feng and Mo Chou responded. The two of them walked out, taking Little Fish with them. The child's eyes darted around, bright and sharp, unlike any child they had ever seen.
The room fell silent.
Mu Qing Yao looked up, appraising Wu Qing. She noticed the coldness in his eyes and the unrestrained aura of killing intent around him. His eyes were like the cold springs in the mountains behind them, clear and transparent, yet carrying a hint of frost. His dark hair was held in place by a jade hairpin, exuding an elegant charm.
As Qing Yao watched, she couldn't help but sigh. How could heaven create a man so handsome? From every angle, he was captivating. He was even more beautiful than a woman, yet he exuded no trace of feminine vanity. Instead, beneath that beauty lay a fierce aura that made one dare not look a second time after the first glance.
Wu Qing sat on a chair, silent and still.
Although his face showed no emotion, unfamiliar feelings surged within him. He found these emotions foreign. He had always been a person of cold heart and no feeling, but since they came to the mountain, he often experienced emotions he never had before.
Such as sighing at the moon, or staring into space, sometimes lost in thought, quietly immersing himself in contemplation for long periods. What was the reason for all this?
Especially knowing that the man who came today was actually looking for her, his heart was no longer calm; his mind was in turmoil.
Even if he didn't admit it, there was still a vague shadow in the depths of his heart. He seemed to have grown fond of some warmth, and thus wished for her to stay in the valley indefinitely.
Since they had stayed in the valley, the valley seemed to have come alive. Now, every morning when he opened his eyes, he felt a different atmosphere, warm and vibrant.
Even without her appearing, his heart felt happier than before. In the morning, he would watch the sparrows chirping joyfully on the branches outside the window; in the afternoon, he would play the zither in the woods, his melodies flowing with cheerful tunes.
"That person came looking for you."
He said faintly, his pink lips uttering a sentence that seemed to carry the fragrance of flowers.
"Mm, I had Mo You send them away."
"Since you came to learn martial arts, you have learned what you need to. You should leave now," he said, turning his head to the side, avoiding her gaze.
However, in his mind, he could clearly recall her stubborn eyes and her proud chin, as if she would not yield to any power. Her entire being was shrouded in a powerful radiance that drew people in involuntarily.
And he feared that one day she would quietly depart. It was better to let her leave from the beginning; at least it would be easier to accept now.
Qing Yao was stunned. She hadn't expected Wu Qing to come to ask her to leave the valley. Anger surged, and she half-rose from the bed, protesting with dissatisfaction.
"Wu Qing, I haven't learned my skills yet, how can you chase me out of the valley? And even if I learn martial arts well, I don't want to leave the valley. The environment here is so beautiful, and there's no scheming. I love it here. In short, you are not allowed to drive me away."
Mu Qing Yao declared righteously, forgetting that this was his territory. He could keep her if he liked her, and chase her away if he didn't.
But after staying for a long time, she seemed to have become a part of the valley, speaking casually and freely.
Wu Qing's heart trembled slightly at her unintentional words. She wasn't leaving? Thinking of this, his mood, which had been gloomy all afternoon, inexplicably improved. He said indifferently, "As you wish, but if anyone else enters the valley, I will not show mercy."
After saying that, he feared Mu Qing Yao would notice something different about him and quickly slid his wheelchair outwards. His dark hair was gently lifted by the wind, so graceful. His white clothes remained ever clean, unstained.
"Wu Qing, in two more days I want to learn the Qin scores, but I don't have a Qin. What should I do?"
"We'll talk about it then," he had already left, but his voice drifted back from afar, ethereal and pleasant to the ear.
In the room, Qing Yao frowned. His mood seemed to have improved. What was the reason? He was a strange person. He had come with a cold expression and said two baffling things.
Mo Chou entered, holding Little Fish.
"Miss, why did the Young Master come?"
Qing Yao looked up and saw Mo Chou's curious eyes fixed on her, as well as Little Fish in her arms, also gazing at her with big, bright eyes. These two looked like busybodies. Mu Qing Yao shot them both a cold glare.
"He told us to leave the valley," Thinking of this, Qing Yao felt indignant. She hadn't even learned martial arts yet, how could she leave?
Although her mental cultivation and hidden weapons were practiced well, she hadn't yet learned the Qin scores. If she left the valley, and later encountered incomprehensible Qin scores, practicing them carelessly might lead to qi deviation. Therefore, she wouldn't leave the valley even if she were beaten with eighteen sticks.
"Ah, we are not leaving."