After settling into their seats, both of them, one having traveled through the night and the other having experienced a life-or-death race, were exhausted. They quickly ate their fill, and when a maid served tea, Yun finally spoke: "The situation is currently chaotic. Has A-Lan considered her plans for the future?"
Shi Lan shook her head and said, "I left home when I was young. After so many years, my relatives are probably no longer in this world. Now I am just a lone person, and I will go wherever I want."
Yun asked, "What does Ah Lan think of my master?"
Shi Lan blinked, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into her mind: Could it be that Yun was trying to link her to Wang Liu?
Sure enough, Yun then said, "My master just came of age a year ago, and in terms of appearance and age, he is one in a million."
Shi Lan rolled her eyes and said, "Wang Jia Liu Lang is quick-witted and unparalleled in wisdom. I admire him greatly for both his demeanor and his intelligence."
When Yun heard Shi Lan praise Wang Liu so highly, a look of pride and joy appeared on her face.
Seeing the slight movement of his lips, Shi Lan changed the subject: "However, I believe that such a person is not suitable to be a husband."
Yun froze. Although his lord didn't mean it that way either, he couldn't help but ask, "Why is that?" upon suddenly hearing that a woman disliked his lord.
Shi Lan smiled and said, "Sixth Young Master is a man of great talent and elegance, with a noble status. Throughout this continent, any young woman who hears his name will blush and feel hopeful."
Yun said, "Such a talented person, isn't it only natural that you, nun, admire him?"
Shi Lan said, "That is indeed the case, but Lan is not included in this 'should be'."
Yun was completely puzzled.
Shi Lan said, "Such a talent, I believe, can be my teacher and friend. I can humbly learn from him, drink and make merry with him, and face off against him in life and death. Wouldn't that be more enjoyable than those tender feelings?"
Yun was stunned by Shi Lan's words, and after a moment she said, "Ah Lan, you are a nun, and you will eventually be betrothed to someone."
Shi Lan laughed heartily, "Who says a nun has to be betrothed? I don't want to be."
Yun was about to say something more when several crisp claps came from outside the door. Wang Liu had taken off his wooden clogs at some point and was standing under the eaves.
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