Flower Stealing Master

Ah, life was better in the past life—casual flings were just that, without women in this world giving their bodies and their hearts simultaneously.

Because of what happened in the “The Deer and the Cauldron”, Song Qingshu had never held any particular affection for Fang Yi. However, since he had already taken advantage of her, it would be too heartless to leave her behind like some callous man.

Seeing Song Qingshu push the door open and enter, Fang Yi stood up excitedly. “Song… Brother Song.” She was about to rush over, but for some reason, she stopped midway.

Observing her hesitant demeanor, Song Qingshu felt a pang of guilt. He had let his emotions be swayed by some baseless novel plot. Fang Yi was born into the service of the Prince Mu Mansion, naturally adept at reading people. She could sense that he didn’t quite like her, leading to her current state of uncertainty and silent suffering.

Song Qingshu sighed softly, opened his arms, and smiled. “It’s been so long. Aren’t you going to give me a hug?”

Fang Yi’s face displayed disbelief, but she quickly recovered, rushing into Song Qingshu’s embrace with a waft of fragrance.

Feeling her slightly trembling body, Song Qingshu remarked, “You’ve had a tough time these past days.”

In this era, illicit unions before marriage were a grave taboo. Song Qingshu hadn’t made any promises to Fang Yi, so she had indeed endured hardships recently.

“With your words, Brother Song, I could die happily right now.” Fang Yi choked up.

After pouring out her heart for a while, Fang Yi suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly said, “Brother Song, I actually came this time to deliver a message from the Cult Leader’s wife.”

“Su Quan?” Song Qingshu’s mind immediately conjured the image of that charming woman. He hadn’t heard from her in a long time, and she hadn’t even attended the recent Golden Serpent Camp meeting. He had wondered if something had happened on her end.

“Yes,” Fang Yi nodded. “Sister Su said she is going to Liao to do something important for you.”

Song Qingshu frowned. “What important matter?”

Fang Yi shook her head. “Sister Su said she couldn’t tell you yet. When the time is right, you’ll naturally understand everything, Brother Song.”

Song Qingshu knew Su Quan was a very decisive and capable woman who had quietly taken control of the Mystic Dragon Cult at a young age. She was a formidable person, and if she didn’t want to divulge her plans, it must be for significant reasons.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu thought of something. “If she leaves, what will happen to the Mystic Dragon Cult?”

“The Cult Leader’s wife said that the Mystic Dragon Cult would be managed by me for the time being. However, she told me to first consult with you.” Fang Yi’s voice trembled slightly, a mix of excitement and concern about Song Qingshu’s response, as she cautiously glanced at him.

Song Qingshu nodded. “Most of the elders of the Mystic Dragon Cult have been lost. You’re one of the old hands; it’s more than appropriate for you to manage it.”

“Really?” Seeing him agree without hesitation, Fang Yi’s face lit up with joy. Deep down, she was still a strong-willed woman, somewhat insecure due to her background, and naturally eager to accomplish something significant. That way, she could have the confidence to join the Song family one day without being looked down upon by other women.

“Of course, it’s true. You’re my woman. If I don’t hand the Mystic Dragon Cult to you, then to whom?” Song Qingshu couldn’t help but laugh.

“Thank you, Brother Song.” Hearing Song Qingshu acknowledge her as his woman, Fang Yi felt instantly delighted.

“But your martial arts skills are too low; I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle the experts of the Mystic Dragon Cult.” Song Qingshu frowned suddenly, and Fang Yi’s expression darkened slightly as well.

“Follow me.” Song Qingshu pulled Fang Yi towards the back hall and sat her on the couch.

“Here?” Fang Yi hesitated and whispered, “What if someone comes in later…”

Seeing her suddenly blushing, Song Qingshu immediately understood and couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you thinking? I’m planning to unblock your meridians.”

“Ah?” Fang Yi let out a sharp cry, wishing the ground would swallow her whole.

“Calm your mind and relax your body.” As she was guided to sit cross-legged on the couch, Song Qingshu’s voice reached her ears, and Fang Yi blushed as she murmured an acknowledgment.

“Don’t be afraid, just relax.” Song Qingshu smiled slightly, his fingers beginning to tap on Fang Yi’s acupoints.

With his current martial arts skills, unblocking someone’s meridians wasn’t a difficult task. After a little over an hour, it was complete. Song Qingshu wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. “Done. I’ll find a manual for internal Qi cultivation and a sword manual for you later. Practice them diligently in your spare time. You may not reach the pinnacle of martial arts, but you should be more than capable of handling the Mystic Dragon Cult.”

Fang Yi felt warm all over, a comfort she had never experienced before in her life. “Thank you, Brother Song. This must have taken a lot out of you.” Seeing Song Qingshu’s tired expression, Fang Yi felt a surge of gratitude, and her previous resentment vanished completely.

“It’s not much internal strength, it will recover in a few days of practice,” Song Qingshu replied. With his current level, his internal strength was self-generating, and the loss was indeed minimal. After a moment’s hesitation, he still added, “With my help, although your power has increased in a short time, every gain comes with a loss. Using external force can result in unstable foundations, so you may never reach the peak of martial arts in this lifetime.”

Fang Yi didn’t mind, shaking her head. “With my aptitude, even a lifetime of practice wouldn’t make me a top-tier expert, so the pinnacle of martial arts never crossed my mind. Besides, with you around, Brother Song, why would I need such high-level skills?”

Song Qingshu couldn’t resist pulling her close by the waist. “Your sweet little mouth deserves a taste.”

After a while, Fang Yi, breathless and blushing, gently pushed Song Qingshu away. “Brother Song, I should go.”

Song Qingshu was taken aback. “Leaving so soon? Stay here tonight.” 

Men can be quite fickle; he had said he didn’t like her earlier, but now, after a bit of hugging and kissing, his interest was piqued.

Fang Yi shook her head. “I’d love to stay with you, Brother Song, but all the other sisters are present now, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to stay.”

Fang Yi was meticulous, aware that the residence also housed a sect leader and a princess, making her own status seem rather low in comparison. If she carelessly incurred their displeasure, her future could become quite difficult. Although she dearly wished to stay by Song Qingshu’s side, she ultimately decided to leave.

Seeing her determination, Song Qingshu felt a twinge of disappointment. “I see…”

Noticing his downcast expression, Fang Yi bit her lip and whispered in his ear, “When you visit Mystic Dragon Island, you can do whatever you want with me.”

Song Qingshu’s eyes lit up. “You said it.”

Seeing Fang Yi shyly nodding with a hint of allure, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but express concern. “When you go to Mystic Dragon Island, you should take a few trusted helpers with you for support.”

Fang Yi nodded. “The little princess will accompany me, so don’t worry, Brother Song.”

Mu Jianping? Recalling her innocent and naive nature, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but worry for Fang Yi, wondering who would be supporting whom in the end.

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During the recent unrest in the country I am from, our family hardware store was broken into and looted by thugs. I don’t know why they did it, since my family has always been minding our own business, without bothering anyone else. I’m guessing some people are taking advantage of the current lawless and chaotic state of the country. 

Anyways, the incident now leaves me as the only earning member of my family. Long time readers know that I was already dealing with a mountain of trouble (that I inherited from my father), and was already struggling. I had created a plan of action, and was steadily moving forward. But this incident destroyed whatever plans I had, again. I don’t know why bad things keep happening to me again and again. I might as well be cursed or something.

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