Ye Qingyi listened quietly, nodding slightly. "Your teachings are wise, Grand Elder. This disciple understands. My focus should naturally be on Nie and Yan. As for Chen Qing, I was merely curious about the secret behind his rapid progress."
"Curiosity?"
A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Granny Ling Shuang's wrinkled face. She said softly, "Qingyi, my dear, did you know that when a woman becomes curious about a man, it is often... the beginning of affection?"
Upon hearing this, a rare, faint blush bloomed on Ye Qingyi's pretty, jade-like face, like a winter plum blossom opening quietly in the snow.
She immediately shook her head, her tone firm. "Grand Elder jests. This disciple will never develop such feelings."
Granny Ling Shuang looked at the unshakeable resolve in Ye Qingyi's eyes, and at her fleeting moment of shyness.
She nodded slowly, no longer teasing, her tone now carrying a hint of concern. "Mm, it is good you have such resolve. As for that Chen Qing..."
