Chapter 71 Tulips...
Chapter Seventy-One Tulips
"Please make yourself at home." Ling Hao glanced at the other woman only once before lowering her head and looking away. She also moved the dishes on the table to make room for the other woman.
Although she wasn't hungry yet, she couldn't just enter the restaurant without ordering anything. Besides, she had a really big appetite and could eat even when she wasn't hungry, so there were quite a few dishes on the table.
"Thank you, young lady," the man said with a smile, then sat down gracefully. His fan opened with a clatter, revealing his unparalleled elegance.
“No need,” Ling Hao said. She smelled tulips as the other person sat down, which made her somewhat suspicious. So she looked up and carefully examined the other person.
His eyebrows were thick and long, beneath which were a pair of clear eyes; his nose was straight, and his lips were upturned with a smile, making his originally somewhat cold appearance gentle, like a warm spring breeze blowing across the earth.
This person seemed somewhat contradictory; when not smiling, they appeared somewhat cold, but when they smiled, they were infinitely gentle. However, what really caught Ling Hao's attention was the tulip on the other person's clothes. Although it was light and faint, she was certain that it was the right one.
Based on the fact that she had encountered plot missions everywhere she went these past few days, she boldly guessed the identity of the other party: the legendary thief Chu Liuxiang.
It's said that Chu Liuxiang used tulips on himself because he couldn't smell anything and was worried about his body odor affecting others. Coupled with the fact that the other person clearly wasn't some nobody, Hao felt his bold guess was correct.
"Miss, is there something wrong with me?" Chu Liuxiang sat down and found that the girl, who had previously ignored him, was now looking at him intently. Her gaze held no admiration, only inquiry. This made him, who was very conscious of his image—especially in front of a girl—a little worried that something might be amiss. However, he looked down and found nothing wrong.
When Chu Liuxiang entered the restaurant, the first thing he saw was the girl sitting in the corner. Bright as the moon, aloof and unparalleled, she naturally attracted attention. Not only him, but others were also noticing her. Perhaps she didn't even realize that those sitting near her were speaking loudly, trying to get her attention.
As luck would have it, there were no empty tables in the restaurant, so Chu Liuxiang followed his heart and went to ask her if he could sit down. After receiving permission, he sat down, but he didn't understand why she was looking at him like that, which made him a little uncomfortable.
Ling Hao smiled and said, "There's nothing wrong with it. It's just that it's my first time seeing the famous Thief King, so I thought I'd take a second look." She made a bold guess first, and it didn't matter if she guessed wrong. Anyway, she didn't shout, and she wasn't afraid of losing face.
Chu Liuxiang asked in surprise, "Does the young lady recognize me?" He was quite certain that he did not know her, after all, her appearance and demeanor were so outstanding that he would not forget her even if he had only met her once.
He had initially thought she was a cold and aloof person, but seeing her smile as if she were bathed in sunshine, he knew she was not.
“I knew him, but I didn’t know him personally. But I did today,” Ling Hao said, raising an eyebrow.
Chu Liuxiang chuckled. She wasn't sure of his identity; she was just testing him, and he immediately admitted it. "You have a good eye, young lady."
"You've got guts, haven't you?" Ling Hao's gaze swept over the others for a moment before returning to his own. The "hottest" person in Kyoto lately was this master thief in front of them. Everyone in the restaurant guessed that he should have left Kyoto, but who knew that not only did he not leave, but he was also swaggering around.
As expected of the male lead, he's incredibly skilled and daring.
Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Please keep this a secret for me, young lady, okay?" His smile always carried a gentle quality, and now it was even more so. His eyes shimmered with a green spring-like quality that made one's heart soften.
Ling smiled and nodded, "Okay."
"Now that you know me, young lady, I still don't know your name." Chu Liuxiang put his hand away without permission. "May I have the honor of knowing?"
"Good day."
Chu Liuxiang was slightly startled, his gaze instinctively falling on the sword the other party had placed on the table. "The Shadowless Sword Token, how about it?"
Huh? Ling Hao blinked and asked, "What Shadowless Sword?"
Seeing Ling Hao's reaction, Chu Liuxiang asked, "Is the young lady a disciple of the venerable Feng Qingyang?"
“Yes,” Ling Hao nodded, “but I’m not some Shadowless Sword.” She thought to herself that her only unique feature was her name; surely no one else shared the same name as her… right? But maybe not?
Chu Liuxiang met Ling Hao's puzzled gaze and couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Does the martial arts world know how people call you? They say your swordsmanship is so fast that it leaves no trace, so they call you the Shadowless Sword."
Ling Hao touched her sword. "Shadowless Sword? But this is Nameless Sword." As she said this, she suddenly felt a pang of conscience.
The first thing she did after earning money after descending the mountain was to replace the sword's scabbard with a superior one and attach a fine tassel. Not only that, she also bought the best maintenance kit and constantly polished it with deerskin. She had previously thought she treated her sword quite well, but today she realized she hadn't named it.
My conscience is bothering me.
Chu Liuxiang said, "Your sword is named Nameless, heroine? That's a good name indeed."
“No.” Ling Hao looked up at Chu Liuxiang and shook her head. “Wuming doesn’t have a name yet. I haven’t given it a name yet.”
Chu Liuxiang was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "Such a fine sword, I thought it had a name." He thought that people in the martial arts world had given Ling Hao this nickname, firstly because her sword was fast, and secondly because of the name of her sword, but he didn't expect it to be different.
“You’re right, I should give it a name.” Ling Hao touched the scabbard. Clouds have names, so it should have one too. She began to ponder what name she should give it.
Seeing that he had been ignored, Chu Liuxiang chuckled. "Linghao, is that right? She's quite an interesting girl indeed."
“I’ve got it! Let’s call it Shattered Snow.” Ling Hao remembered that when she was on the mountain, she thought of this name the first time she used her sword to cut through the falling snow.
"A good name," Chu Liuxiang praised.
“I also think it’s a good name,” Linghao replied. Very good, she has a knack for choosing names; it will sound impressive to others in the future.
Yes, that's right, she just loves to pretend, hahaha.
"In that case, shouldn't we have a drink to celebrate the Broken Snow? Such a good thing deserves a toast." Chu Liuxiang smiled as he poured himself a cup of wine and then pushed the wine pot in front of Ling Hao.
Linghao blinked, reached out and grasped her pot of cardamom-infused water, and said, "I don't like wine. Can I drink this?" She could drink, but she didn't like it and always thought it tasted bad. Perhaps she and wine were just not meant to be.
"Of course," Chu Liuxiang said with a smile.
Gongzi Yu saw this scene as soon as he entered the restaurant.
A note from the author:
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Snowflakes: Thank you, Master, for remembering to name me. [Chin resting on hand]
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