I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 29

Jiang Xidai was stunned for a moment, the dark hair wrapped around her fingers loosening.
While she was still in shock, Yan Huirou knelt down beside Jiang Xidai, looking up at her.
Then, she curved her eyes slightly. “My previous statement was also a bit wrong. It is indeed possible for someone to fall in love with someone they’ve only met a few times. But it’s mostly ‘lust at first sight’.”
“…If that’s the case,” Yan Huirou asked with great curiosity, “the possibility of me liking you is greater than the possibility of me liking Li Xinghe, right? Why don’t you suspect yourself?”
“You—”
After her initial shock, Jiang Xidai’s brows furrowed, and she chided, “Yan Huirou, how can you be so frivolous?”
“…Frivolous?” Yan Huirou said, “Then you can just take what I said as insincere.”
Jiang Xidai snorted coldly. “That’s not it. It’s just that you’re comparing me to that boy. What, are you tired of living?”
“That’s true.”
Yan Huirou thought for a moment.
“The world is not lacking in handsome men, nor is it lacking in pretty women.”
“But there are very few beauties with your kind of charm, stunningly beautiful when sitting quietly, and heroic when holding a sword.”
Yan Huirou then said very matter-of-factly, “Sect Master Jiang is right. It was Huirou’s oversight. He can’t compare to you at all.”
Hearing this, Jiang Xidai’s brow finally relaxed, and some of the displeasure in her heart dissipated. She had wanted to refute her, saying how could a man be compared to a woman, but Yan Huirou had jumped out of that limitation—whether it was a man or a woman, in any case, Sect Master Jiang was the best.
This string of compliments, she was too lazy to care if it was true or false. In any case, it was pleasant to Jiang Xidai’s ears. Her cold humph finally turned into a barely-there humph of approval, which sounded much softer.
From Yan Huirou’s perspective, Jiang Xidai’s lips were half-curved, so she pursed them a little. But her face was already as beautiful as a peach blossom. This smile, though unintentional, was indeed very moving.
“You do know how to say sweet things.”
Jiang Xidai’s expression was like that of a civet cat whose tail fur had just been smoothed.
And so, Jiang Xidai’s opinion of Yan Huirou improved a little. “Let’s not talk about him. It’s boring.”
“But let’s talk about you. Give me your hand.”
This time, Yan Huirou hesitated a little before extending her wrist, mainly because the pain that had made her eyes go black last time had left a shadow.
And the woman’s hand held her wrist, pulling it a little towards her.
Yan Huirou sensed this change and let her hold it, her clenched hand relaxing slightly.
Unexpectedly, it didn’t hurt much this time. There might have been a slight discomfort, but it was as light as a feather.
This was because Jiang Xidai was not clearing her blocked meridians again. She was just checking her condition.
“She’s really in bad shape,” Jiang Xidai said. “There are ways to deal with the blockages, but…”
Some parts of Yan Huirou’s meridians were completely broken. If she tried to circulate her qi, she wouldn’t be able to.
“Come out with me tomorrow.”
Sect Master Jiang let go of her hand.
Yan Huirou looked at her, not understanding, but she still agreed.
But Jiang Xidai was sitting, and Yan Huirou was kneeling. When her hand was let go, the most suitable place for it to land—was right on Jiang Xidai’s knees.
Yan Huirou: “…”
Yan Huirou let go of her. After all, she had felt the leg she was pressing on tense up, and she suspected Sect Master Jiang would kick her.
“You’re being very bold today.”
As expected, Jiang Xidai gave her a displeased glance but didn’t kick her. She just put down her crossed leg and leaned back in disgust.
Yan Huirou asked, “So, why did Sect Master Jiang summon me so late?”
Jiang Xidai was about to speak but stopped herself. She couldn’t very well say that she wanted to see if Yan Huirou was really crying or just pretending. It wasn’t a big deal, but it sounded a little childish—as the master of a sect, it wasn’t appropriate to show that side of herself in front of such a young girl.
“It’s too quiet at night. I needed some amusement,” the woman said absentmindedly.
Yan Huirou smiled. “Then what do you want me to do? You usually order the maids to pour wine and sing… but unfortunately, I’m clumsy and not very good at those things. But I do have some strengths.”
Jiang Xidai hadn’t really wanted to do that, but Yan Huirou’s words seemed to have a strange attraction that made people want to continue talking to her.
Jiang Xidai gave a faint hum of agreement. “Is that so? What else can you do?”
“Tell stories,” Yan Huirou said.
“…”
Is she treating her like a three-year-old?
But Yan Huirou had already started to speak freely, even lowering her voice slightly. “Once upon a time, there was a seed, just an ordinary seed. It was picked up by a flower-planting girl and buried in the soil.”
“When the seed opened its eyes, it was surrounded by darkness and damp, smelly earth. It couldn’t move, and it felt dirty and afraid. So it began to resent its origins. Why couldn’t it be reborn as a butterfly in the gentle breeze, or a free and unrestrained little fish in a stream?”
“But the flower-planting girl said, ‘There is light outside. I am waiting for you.’”
Jiang Xidai: “So childish.”
But Yan Huirou didn’t mind. “Just because of that one sentence, the little seed drilled and drilled, enduring the dark environment, pushing against the thick soil on top of it, moving a little bit every day, wanting to see what that person looked like.”
“And then?”
Jiang Xidai thought to herself, Let’s see what else she can come up with.
“Finally, one day, a green shoot broke through the soil. It saw a ray of light through the crack, and then the sky was filled with the morning glow. The seed had never seen such a magnificent sight…”
“—But when it saw all this, there was no one around.”
Yan Huirou said, “The girl who had planted it was already gone.”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
Jiang Xidai raised her hand lazily and rubbed her brow. “If one isn’t bored to death, who would stand there and wait for a seed to sprout?”
“The seed was very sad. It saw the morning and evening glows, but the person who had been waiting for it had already left. It had wanted to bloom a flower to give to her, but now it seemed meaningless.”
“But as the days went by, things became a little different.”
“It grew taller every day, able to kiss the gentle breeze like a butterfly, and receive the rain and mountain springs like a fish. It grew further and further away from the land that had once buried it.”
“Those days that were gone forever had all become nourishment for it, urging it to sprout and grow.”
Jiang Xidai leaned back, shifting into a more relaxed position, her profile resting against her hair as she listened to her speak with her eyes closed.
Yan Huirou’s voice lowered. “Later, one spring, as promised, the seed—or perhaps it could no longer be called that—it bloomed. It was a white rose.”
“White? Even its flower is so depressing.” The woman raised an eyebrow casually, but her expression became a little more languid. “It’s not as good as the red of the hibiscus, or the pink of the peach blossom… If you want something more opulent and rich, there are also peonies of all colors.”
“…Then let it be red,” Yan Huirou coughed lightly and went along with it. “A red rose.”
“When this red rose bloomed, it was still just one flower, and no one came to see it. But it had seen a wider world, experienced more sunrises and sunsets, and its perspective was different from that of the seed it once was.”
“From one day on, it no longer waited for the girl who had planted it. The day it gave up waiting, the red rose bloomed even more brilliantly. It would not bloom for the love of others, nor would it wither for their hatred. It would befriend the little worms that crawled on the ground, and it would meet the birds that rested by its side. It was often accompanied by a gentle breeze, and it had seen the three parts of the world that were flowing water and the seven parts that were the bright moon.”
Jiang Xidai closed her eyes and just let out a sound. “And then?”
“And then…” Yan Huirou’s voice was too soft, a faint whisper by her ear, making one sleepy.
But one only gets sleepy when they are at peace.
Jiang Xidai didn’t know if she was listening to her or the content of her words. In any case, she had nothing to do. The night was long and deep. Having someone speak to her without regard for status, what she was saying was not that important.
To have a moment of peace, other things were not that important.
“And then—isn’t it obvious? The seasons changed, and it withered.”
After Yan Huirou finished speaking, she said in surprise, “Or did you think it would turn into a spirit?”
Jiang Xidai half-opened her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and then turned it to the side, as if looking for a comfortable position.
“Boring.” The woman yawned, her peach blossom eyes squinting, a watery light shimmering within them. “Do you really think I’ve never heard a storyteller before? If you told stories like this, probably no one would even throw you a few copper coins.”
Jiang Xidai closed her eyes again and remained still. After being spoken to in such a gentle and soft voice by Yan Huirou, her sleepiness was really hard to suppress.
The small lamp in the room flickered and went out with a whoosh. The already dim room was plunged into complete darkness.
Yan Huirou didn’t speak for a long time. By the light of the moon, she looked at her calm and beautiful face.
Until Jiang Xidai’s breathing evened out and she fell into a deep sleep.
Her eyelashes stopped trembling, and they fell quietly and obediently.
And then…?
Perhaps there is.
In the darkness, Yan Huirou couldn’t help but reach out and gently touch her eyelashes, but she didn’t make much noise.
In that quiet moment, she saw the promise of a future—a good one.
“Although that flower withered, the seed fell back to the ground, and in the following year, a rose bloomed again.”
“No matter if a thousand or ten thousand people walk past it, or if it reopens a thousand or ten thousand times, it will always be itself, blooming only for itself.”
If this world is not so gentle, being a flower that blooms only for itself is also very good.
Yan Huirou opened her mouth again, but she only mouthed the words, not making a sound.
Seeing that Jiang Xidai was sleeping very quietly today, she smiled to herself again—I forgot to tell you, compared to telling stories, I’m better at lulling people to sleep.
Yan Huirou rubbed her sore legs. She picked up the hem of her dress and got up carefully, tiptoeing to the bedroom to find a thin blanket. She brought it back and covered Jiang Xidai with it.
But Jiang Xidai frowned slightly, her legs bent, and she pushed the blanket away. Perhaps she felt hot. She turned to the side and lifted the hem of her robes.
A lock of long hair fell down.
Yan Huirou was about to remind her when she remembered that the Sect Master was already asleep. She could only carefully pick up the blanket that was about to fall off. Fortunately, the ground was very clean.
But just as Yan Huirou was moving quietly, she heard Jiang Xidai turn over again and lie down a little lower.
Yan Huirou subconsciously looked up, and her forehead happened to touch warm skin—
By the time Yan Huirou realized what it was, it was already too late.
Sect Master Jiang had somehow accidentally pushed open her lower garments. One jade-like leg was crossed over, slightly bent upwards, and turned a little towards Yan Huirou.
Yan Huirou was just pressed by her thigh. All she could see was a patch of fair skin. The pattern on the fabric covering the edge of her buttocks was clearly visible, and there were even some full, indented marks.
Yan Huirou held her breath, afraid of disturbing the Sect Master, but for a moment, she didn’t know how to move.
Finally, she lifted her neck as if she were suffocating. Her nose slowly brushed against the skin, and she finally couldn’t help but let out that breath.
In the tiny gap, her own breath, mixed with the faint fragrance from the woman’s body, returned to her, filling her lungs with a rich scent.
How could… this be?!