Qing Jun was very upset.
She felt that her old master was better.
The old master,
was poor, weak, and had no status, so no female cultivator paid attention to him!
Only Qing Jun, she never despised him and was willing to stay by his side.
But now her master.
is rich, strong, and respected, with a bunch of female cultivators flocking to him like bees drawn to nectar.
Yet Qing Jun still wishes to remain by his side from beginning to end... but now there are too many people competing with her for his attention!
"Boo hoo hoo..."
Thinking of these sad things, Qing Jun was overcome with grief and muttered sorrowfully,
"It’s too unfair for Qing Jun... Don’t you all think Qing Jun is easy to bully?"
Even a clay figure has three parts temper!
Mao Qingzhu appeared before her without her noticing, looking at her with a smiling face:
"Qing Jun, Aunt Mao hasn’t forgotten you either. Here’s the Eight Treasures Duck that Aunt Mao asked Xiaoli to pack for you before leaving; it’s still warm..."
The little girl got even more annoyed.
Why does everyone treat her like a glutton!
Thinking she can be appeased with food, right!
But compared to food, her master is obviously more important!
Qing Jun refused the duck offered to her, simply pouting, pitifully looking at her master.
"This..."
Mao Qingzhu was stunned; it was the first time Qing Jun had given her the cold shoulder.
Could it be that over the past half year, she hadn’t spent enough time with Qing Jun, causing her to foster resentment?
"Zhiwei, take Instructor Mao to the Steward Hall to complete the entry procedures. By the way..."
Chen Ye glanced at Mao Qingzhu, who seemed anxious, gave her a reassuring look, and said warmly,
"By the way, take Instructor Mao to select an unoccupied courtyard as her Cave Mansion. Instructor Mao likes tranquility, so the place should be spacious and filled with Spiritual Qi."
"Yes, Master."
Zhiwei, wise and perceptive, immediately understood her master’s intention—he wanted to send them away first to comfort his junior sister alone.
Her expression dimmed slightly.
Zhiwei had long known that the squeaky wheel gets the grease, but as the senior sister, she couldn’t trouble her master any further...
She stepped forward, bowing gracefully to Mao Qingzhu:
"Aunt Mao, please come with Zhiwei. The sect procedures can be quite cumbersome; we also need to select a suitable Cave Mansion, and if we’re late, it might take a lot of time."
"But..."
Mao Qingzhu hesitated, glancing at the small figure with her back turned, feeling a pang of guilt in her heart.
"Go ahead."
Chen Ye gently patted her hand, secretly transmitting:
"This girl is just throwing a tantrum, feeling neglected. Your presence makes it worse for her. Let me deal with it first, and later I’ll come to celebrate your new home."
Hearing "celebrate your new home" and seeing that meaningful look, Mao Qingzhu’s cheeks flushed, her mind finally eased.
"Then... then let me leave the duck for Qing Jun."
She carefully placed the oil-wrapped package on the stone table, reluctantly looking at Qing Jun’s back before following Zhiwei, leaving Cangli Courtyard.
...
As their figures vanished at the courtyard entrance.
Only then did Chen Ye walk over to sit beside Qing Jun.
He was quite troubled.
This Little Dragon Girl is jealous all day long.
Just imagine if he truly forms a Dao companion with someone else, wouldn’t she explode on the spot?
The little girl sensed his presence, immediately turned her body away, giving Chen Ye a stubborn back of her head.
"What? Not even talking to your master anymore?"
Chen Ye reached out, wanting to touch her little head.
"Hmph!"
Qing Jun shrank her head, evading Chen Ye’s hand, mumbling in a thick, nasal voice:
"Master can go and tend to those wealthy aunties! What do you need Qing Jun for? Qing Jun is so poor, only knows how to eat... boo hoo hoo..."
This brat!
What was she implying about her master?!
Chen Ye twitched his lips,
He stretched out both hands, forcibly picking up that sulky little lump and placed her on his lap.
"Let go of Qing Jun... Qing Jun won’t talk to you..."
Qing Jun wriggled in his arms like a little catfish, her tiny fists hammering on Chen Ye’s chest.
"Alright, alright, no more tears."
Chen Ye let her vent for a while before taking out a handkerchief, gently wiping away the tear stains on her face, speaking softly,
"Who said I was ignoring you? Didn’t I just send them away?"
Qing Jun stopped her movements, raised her tear-filled eyes, sniffled, and asked:
"Gone... gone?"
"Gone."
Chen Ye nodded as if it were natural,
"She’s an instructor of the sect, so naturally she needs her own Cave Mansion. I asked Zhiwei to lead her to a courtyard far from here."
"But... but she’s rich!"
Qing Jun still felt aggrieved, her little hands clinging tightly to Chen Ye’s clothes, unwilling to let go,
"She can buy bracelets for Senior Sister, treasures for Master... Qing Jun has nothing, only eats Master’s Spirit Rice and makes him angry..."
In the little girl’s simple value system,
whoever gives Master more is better to Master, and Master will like them more.
It’s not her fault for thinking this way.
The blame lies with Chen Ye...
After all, besides the example of Mao Qingzhu, there was also Bai Susu.
Not long ago, there was Zhao Yushuang from Danxia Peak!
That vile woman, too, handed over a Heaven-ranked Pill Room, bringing piles of Spirit Fruit to bribe her!
In Qing Jun’s mind, although her master was powerful, he seemed powerless against such sugar-coated bullets.
So, she naturally believed that as long as there were Spirit Stones, her master could be taken away!
Chen Ye felt guilty, internally reflecting,
"Chen Ye, oh Chen Ye, you’re too careless, not taking your disciple’s thoughts into account... Qing Jun is inherently sensitive, inevitably comparing herself with those around me..."