This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 290 Yang Soul
Snowflakes are falling outside the window.

Inside the window, two girls, both dressed in identical snow-white fox fur coats, were looking at each other quietly, sizing each other up.

After a while.

Bai Meixue smiled slightly and extended her arm, saying, "Miss Su, don't you need to take my pulse?"

Su Qingling didn't say anything and walked over.

She took his pulse with her fingers, paused for a few breaths, then looked up at the stunning face before her and suddenly asked, "Weren't you disfigured?"

Bai Meixue was taken aback, then laughed and said, "You're lying, didn't Luo Zijun tell you?"

Su Qingling said expressionlessly, "I did."

Bai Meixue's eyes flickered, and she said, "I didn't expect him to be so open with you. I did tell him not to tell anyone about this."

Su Qingling didn't speak, and slowly loosened her fingers.

Bai Meixue stared at her for a while longer before asking, "Am I sick?"

Su Qingling said, "No."

Bai Meixue asked, "What is the reason? Miss Su, have you figured it out?"

Su Qingling raised her head, looked at her, and stared at her for a moment before saying calmly, "Your body has a congenital defect. You must have been missing something since birth."

Bai Meixue's expression shifted, and she asked, "What's missing?"

Su Qingling paused for a moment, then said, "Yang Soul."

"Yang Soul?"

Bai Meixue was taken aback upon hearing this and asked, "What is that?"

Su Qingling looked into her dark pupils and said, "Every human being is born with yin and yang, and so is the soul. However, men have more yang energy, while women have more yin energy. The amount of yang in a woman's body varies, but you have almost none."

Bai Meixue frowned slightly.

Su Qingling said, "That's why you don't like sunlight, you don't like moving around, and you don't even want to get close to men. You're listless during the day and like to be alone, but at night you're energetic and like to overthink."

Bai Meixue paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's how it is."

He then hurriedly asked, "Miss Su, why do I often have nightmares?"

Su Qingling pondered for a moment and said, "If you like to overthink, you'll naturally have nightmares. The nightmares you have at night might not even be dreams, but just your fantasies when you're half asleep."

"Fantasies during a state between sleep and wakefulness?"

Bai Meixue stared blankly, trying hard to recall those nightmares. For a moment, she really couldn't tell whether they were dreams or not.

"Miss Su, is this illness curable?"

she asked quickly.

Su Qingling said, "This is not an illness, but a congenital defect, which is very difficult to cure."

Bai Meixue's eyes lit up: "It's difficult to treat, which means it's treatable. Miss Su, can you treat it?"

Su Qingling was silent for a moment, then looked at her and said, "Actually, it's okay not to treat it; it won't cause any serious consequences."

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

Su Qingling stared at her for a while longer, then said calmly, "Actually, it's not difficult. Find a man with a strong Yang spirit and have him infuse you with Yang energy every day. After a year, it should be fine."

Bai Meixue was taken aback: "A man with a vigorous Yang Soul? Injecting Yang energy into him daily? How?"

Su Qingling did not speak again.

Bai Meixue was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted. Two blushes instantly appeared on her beautiful, fair cheeks. She looked at her strangely and said, "It will take a year?"

Su Qingling said, "It might take longer."

Bai Meixue fell silent.

Su Qingling said calmly, "You can also not believe me, just take it as me talking nonsense."

Bai Meixue looked at her and said, "But I have a strong aversion to men."

Su Qingling got up, walked to the window, looked at the snowflakes falling outside, and said in a light tone, "At first you'll be resistant, but slowly you'll come to like it. After all, you lack those things."

Bai Meixue gently bit her lip and looked at her, saying, "Is Luo Zijun alright? He is my husband, so I can barely accept him."

Su Qingling had her back to her, so her expression couldn't be seen, and said, "He's no good."

Bai Meixue asked, "Why?"

Su Qingling said calmly, "He's too weak."

Bai Meixue said, "He is not weak at all. Miss Su should know that. He is a cultivator with vigorous blood and qi, and his yang soul must be very powerful."

Su Qingling turned around and looked at her: "How did you know?"

Facing her icy gaze, Bai Meixue felt a little guilty for some reason and said, "I... my sister told me."

Su Qingling stared into her eyes and said nothing more.

Bai Meixue didn't say anything more.

The room fell silent for a moment.

On the table, the incense burner emitted a fragrant aroma, its delicate fragrance wafting gracefully, like the dance of a beautiful woman.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this moment, Luo Zijun knocked on the door from outside: "Senior sister, young lady, may I come in?"

No one answered.

"Squeak..."

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

Seeing that one of them was sitting at the table and the other was standing by the window, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a bit off, he quickly went into the room and asked, "Senior sister, have you taken a look at the young lady?"

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

Luo Zijun: "..."

Bai Meixue smiled slightly and said, "Miss Su is joking. I'm not sick."

Luo Zijun asked, "What about the nightmare?"

Bai Meixue said, "I tend to overthink when I'm trying to sleep. I'll just go to bed earlier from now on."

Su Qingling didn't say anything and walked outside.

Luo Zijun bowed to Miss Bai, then left and closed the door.

"Senior sister, I'll take you back." The two walked down the corridor one after the other.

Just as she was about to walk towards the main gate, Su Qingling suddenly turned her head and looked at the small door on the wall next to her.

Luo Zijun's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly opened her umbrella, saying, "Senior Sister, the snow is getting heavier, let's go back quickly."

Su Qingling ignored him, stopped and stared at the small door on the wall for a while, then walked straight through it.

Pinky immediately shouted in the hallway, "You're not allowed to go that way!"

Su Qingling turned her head and glanced at her, which startled her so much that she shrank back and immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another sound.

"Squeak..."

Su Qingling came to the wall, gently pushed it, and the small door opened.

Luo Zijun quickly tried to mislead her, saying, "Senior sister, this is the small door leading to the outhouse, and it smells terrible inside."

Qingqing, who had been standing in the corridor with an icy expression, suddenly couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. She then slowly covered her mouth, her face turning completely red.

Just then, a petite figure in a green dress suddenly appeared at the small door. Upon seeing Su Qingling, her eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "Miss Ling'er!"

Then, kites appeared.

When Zhiyuan saw the girl in front of her wearing a snow-white fox fur coat, she was immediately stunned by her ethereal beauty and aloof temperament.

"Outhouse?"

Su Qingling turned around and looked at the person behind her.

Luo Zijun gave an awkward smile and said, "I misremembered, it wasn't the outhouse, it was...it was..."

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

Luo Zijun inwardly groaned and quickly followed.

Silly Xiao Huan, with a fawning expression, began to introduce: "Miss Ling'er, this is Junziju, the place where the young master lives. This small door is convenient for the young master to go over and pay his respects to the eldest young lady, and also convenient for Fenfen and Baibai to come over."

Su Qingling was walking and observing the courtyard when she heard this and looked at her, asking, "What's the point of making it convenient for them to come over?"

"Sigh... Waaah—"

Xiao Huan was about to speak when Luo Zijun quickly covered her mouth and scolded, "Xiao Huan, hurry up and make tea for your senior sister. Stop chattering and be so inconsiderate!"

Just as Xiao Huan was about to speak, she was forcibly pulled away by Zhiyuan.

"Senior sister, it's getting late..."

"Shut up."

"Oh……"

Su Qingling walked up the steps, went up the corridor, and then went straight into the house.

Luo Zijun followed behind anxiously and noticed that as soon as the girl entered the room, her nose started twitching, as if she was sniffing for something.

"Squeak..."

Su Qingling pushed open the door to the room on the left, walked in, glanced at the furnishings, and then her gaze fell on the bed.

The bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and the sheets were flat and without any wrinkles.

"Senior sister, this is my room."

Luo Zijun explained.

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

As soon as she entered the room, she started sniffing again, her gaze quickly falling on the bed.

The bedding and sheets on the bed were all neatly arranged.

Luo Zijun followed and explained, "This is Xiaohuan and Zhiyuan's room. They usually sleep here. They only go to my room to tidy up during the day, and I never go into their room. After all, they are girls, and it's proper for men and women to be intimate..."

"You slept here last night?"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Qingling looked at him.

Luo Zijun's heart skipped a beat, and she said, "No, how could that be? I have my own room, why would I sleep here?"

Su Qingling looked at him coldly and said, "There are three people's scents on the bed, and yours is the strongest."

Luo Zijun's lips twitched, and she muttered to herself, "Does this girl really have a dog's nose?"

He certainly wouldn't admit it: "It was probably stains from when Xiao Huan was washing my clothes. This bed is so small, it's impossible for three people to sleep in it."

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

Luo Zijun denied it: "It's not mine, it might belong to Xiao Huan and Zhiyuan."

Su Qingling snorted, tossed the hair aside, looked at it on the bed for a while, then suddenly picked up a short, slightly curved hair and said, "What about this one?"

Luo Zijun took a closer look, paused for a moment, and quickly continued to deny it: "It might also be Xiao Huan's, or Zhiyuan's."

Su Qingling narrowed her eyes and said, "Want to have a competition with yours?"

Luo Zijun's expression changed instantly.

Su Qingling then looked out the window at Xiao Huan and Zhi Yuan, whose faces were flushed, and said coldly, "Or, let them in and have a competition?"

Luo Zijun quickly waved her hand: "No need to compete, no need to compete... I, mine... mine..."

At this moment, he had to admit it.

This girl is both a woman of her word and a woman of her word. There's no need for comparison; just call those two little maids in and we'll see.

Those two little girls were so clean, how could they have such a thing...?

"Senior sister, as you know, as a man, a young, strong, and energetic man, sometimes I have to succumb to my physical instincts and do things that make my conscience uneasy and I feel extremely ashamed..."

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

Luo Zijun began to shamelessly explain.

Su Qingling looked at him coldly, and after he finished blatantly lying and spouting nonsense, she walked out of the room and said, "Take me back. I have something to give you."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zijun was not pleased but afraid, and quickly followed her out, saying, "Senior sister, we're family, no need to be so polite, I don't need it."

Su Qingling ignored him and walked out of the courtyard into the wind and snow.

The neighboring courtyard.

Bai Meixue, dressed entirely in white, stood by the window, gazing absently at the snowy scenery outside, muttering to herself, "Yang Soul... No wonder, I always felt like something was missing..."

(End of this chapter)