Chapter Six: Conversation in the Study

  Auspicious clouds and auspicious beasts are carved among them, the emerald pool and the fake mountain are overlapping, the Ling family's main mansion is majestic, from the high pavilions to the smallest flowers and grasses, all reveal its profound foundation.

  Mr. Ling walked into the study with his hands behind his back and sat down in the main seat, obviously still angry.

  He looked at Ling Wushuang, who was walking slowly behind him, and suddenly became even more furious, blowing his beard and staring with wide eyes. Just as he was about to shout in anger, he let out a low sigh instead, his face full of helplessness, shaking his head repeatedly.

  What kind of evil has he created? Wu Shuang was born with a weak body, unable to gather spiritual energy, and without the love of his parents. Only his grandfather took care of him, but unexpectedly, it led to her becoming the kind of useless person she is today.

  It's fine if you can't practice internal power, but why not practice some external skills to strengthen your body? However, as soon as it comes to practicing qigong or reading books, this rascal runs away faster than a rabbit. What will she do if he leaves her one day?

  But what's even more infuriating is that no matter what she's doing, as long as South Palace Yan is mentioned, she becomes more energetic than if she had been injected with chicken blood. She's being unreasonable and troublesome, entangling herself around that little brat, enduring all kinds of bullying without making a sound. Doing these things, she's naturally talented!

  Alas, Old Master Ling let out a sorrowful sigh, truly regretting it now. He shouldn't have agreed to this marriage in the first place.

  At this thought, Ling Tian's lips pursed tightly, and he let out a low hum, his bright eyes fixed intently on the petite figure standing before him, wordless, with a gaze that was both indignant and helpless.

  Ling Wu Shuang stood quietly, meeting Ling Er Tian's gaze with a faint smile at the corner of his lips. His relaxed demeanor blended perfectly with the peaceful atmosphere, making him seem particularly fitting in that moment.

  The enemy is not moving, I am not moving, in a test of wills, she has plenty.

  Ling Lao's gaze, however, changed from initial anger and helplessness to a hint of surprise. In the past, if he had shown such anger, Yu Shuang would either have been silent with her head down, holding onto his clothes, or she would have shouted that she was hungry or tired, pulling on him and throwing a tantrum.

  This little rabbit, what's wrong with you today? You seem to have changed into a different person. Although you appear to be lazy all over, you can't hide a hint of coldness and sharpness, it's too abnormal.

  Ling Lao Ye's gaze paused slightly on Ling Wu Shuang's clean and refreshing face, and also, today he didn't paint himself like a ghost, looking quite handsome this way, unlike before when he insisted on painting a big flower face.

  Old Man Ling thought happily in his heart, looking at her with a smile, she was indeed his precious granddaughter, no matter how he looked at her, she was lovely.

  "Cough, cough..." Old Man Ling cleared his throat and quickly pulled back his wandering thoughts.

  After a long stare, it was Old Man Ling who finally backed down. He reached out to stroke his white beard and spoke with some embarrassment: "Wu Shuang, the injuries on your body aren't serious, are they?"

  Upon hearing this, a warmth that Ling Wu Shuang had never felt before surged in her heart. This old man's affection for Ling Wu Shuang was truly genuine and came from the bottom of his heart. In her past life, she had no idea what familial love was; could it be said that this life was a blessing from heaven?

  Ling Wushuang's eyes, which had been hiding their sharpness, slightly lowered and flashed with a hint of determination. Ling Tian, this grandfather, was the first person she acknowledged.

  Then, Ling Wushuang walked up to the old man's desk and laughed: "Grandfather, look at me like this, what's wrong with it?"

  This little injury is nothing, she doesn't even put it in her eyes. What kind of injury hasn't she suffered from during training in the organization before?

  However, seeing Ling Wusuo's somewhat nonchalant attitude, Old Man Ling was furious, his eyebrows furrowed, and he slapped the table in front of him with a loud bang. His beard fluttering, he angrily shouted: "You good-for-nothing, you're really unrepentant to the end, your life is almost gone, and you still have this attitude!"

  He was out on business and hadn't finished yet when he received news that Wú Duō was severely injured and unconscious in the arena, so he rushed back. He didn't even have time to take a sip of this tea before witnessing that shocking scene again.

  Is she really this indifferent now? It's really infuriating him.

  Old Man Ling shook his head repeatedly, "You've suffered so much, yet you still don't learn your lesson. You won't be satisfied until the day you die at Nan Gongyan's hands, will you?"

  What is called deep love, is sharp blame. Mr. Ling felt not only affection but also pain and disappointment towards the former Ling Wushuang, grieving for his misfortune and resenting his lack of struggle.

  "Ah——" Ling Wu Shuang was stunned.

  "What the...!" Mr. Ling's nose was twisted in anger, pointing at Ling Wushuang's stunned face, he thundered: "Starting tomorrow, you'd better stay at home honestly, not a single step out is allowed! I'll hire a teacher for you, and you'd better practice and study hard!"

  A gem cannot be polished without rubbing, he used to spoil Wu Shuang too much, which harmed her.

  "Good——"

  "Wait until the day you come to your senses, and I'll let you out," Old Man Ling said, his tone suddenly pausing as if he had just realized what he heard. His calm eyes narrowed, "What did you say?"

  Ling Wushuang couldn't help but feel frustrated, repeating: "I said it's fine"

  She first knew what it was like to be so angry that she couldn't cry, and that mess left by whoever it was really wasn't easy to clean up.

  "Alright?" This time it was Old Man Ling's turn to be stunned, and after a while, he nodded his head and confirmed, "Did you understand what I just said? My meaning is, from tomorrow on, you are not allowed to go find Nan Gongyan again."

  As for the answer he heard, Old Man Ling found it somewhat hard to believe. He remembered that once, he had even locked Wudong in a room, but she had still managed to deceive the servants into picking the lock and escaping through a hole in the wall.

  "You little rascal, are you trying to deceive an old man like me?" Such a straightforward answer made him somewhat unbelievable.

  Ling Wushuang was really a bit helpless against Ling Lao Ye, she stretched out her hand and covered her forehead with a headache.

  After a long silence, she suddenly raised her head, with a serious face, but casually made up an excuse and explained: "After Wú Shuāng's narrow escape from death, I've come to realize many things. When it comes to emotions, you can't force it. If Nán Gōng Yè doesn't like me, I shouldn't try to force him either, right?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Wu's shoulders slightly shrugged, and his eyes gleamed with a hint of coldness.

  Old Man Ling's eyes widened in astonishment as he scrutinized the person before him, from head to toe, and then back again, examining every detail, inside and out. Old Man Ling was left speechless.

  Can say such words, calm as this, is still Wu Song?

  "Hmm, it's good that you understand." After a long while, Old Man Ling finally waved his hand and said in a somewhat vague tone: "That's all, you can go rest now."

  Upon hearing this, Ling Wusuo finally let out a sigh of relief, nodded in agreement, and slipped away unnoticed.

  "Remember what you said to me." Seeing her swift and decisive departure, Old Man Ling was both amused and annoyed. He slapped the table with his hand, "Don't turn your back on me and forget!"

  "Got it, got it!" Ling Wusuo stepped out of the study in a hurry, waving his hand behind him without looking back.

  The old servant outside the door looked at the distant back, stepped forward into the house, and looked at the dazed Old Master Ling, saying: "Master, I think this Miss Wusuo is really different from before, it feels like she's become a different person."

  "Indeed!" Old Master Ling came back to his senses, stroked his beard, and let out a deep sigh. He said with emotion: "This time I narrowly escaped death. If Wú Shuāng can really open up her mind, then even if I die, I'll be able to smile in the afterlife."

  However, it was only at this time that Old Man Ling suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask something... Ah yes, what just happened, was it really done by Musou?

  "Little rabbit, come back to me!"

  The scorching sun was high in the sky, with dappled shadows everywhere. Suddenly, a loud and powerful shout pierced the air, echoing throughout the Ling family's grand mansion.