Daughter of a general, Yu Qinghan?

Zhao Huai inhaled the faint fragrance, momentarily lost in thought.

The screen depicting a snowy plum blossom scene concealed the beauty's face, but a graceful figure could vaguely be seen, far better than Zhao Huai had anticipated.

"Young Master has arrived."

A magnetic and gentle voice rang out, as pleasant and melodious as a warbler's song.

Hearing the voice, Zhao Huai snapped back to reality, turned around to close the door, and greeted with a cupped fist and a smile, "Zhao Huai at your service, greetings, Miss."

"This humble Qinghan greets Young Master."

The voice responded, and the figure stood up, giving a slight bow. But to Zhao Huai's surprise, this woman didn't shyly hide behind the screen, afraid to be seen.

Instead, she was poised and composed, standing up and walking out directly, exuding an inexplicable air of grace.

The beautiful figure walked straight out, a pair of commanding Phoenix Eyes staring intently at Zhao Huai at the door.

Even Zhao Huai had to admit that these eyes were indeed beautiful, extremely aesthetic, radiant, and captivating.

The only strange thing was that Zhao Huai felt an invisible pressure from her eyes.

However, this didn't detract from her appearance. She was also very beautiful, her long dress embroidered with white gauze plum blossoms accentuating her graceful figure. Her exquisite oval face was unadorned, as flawless as a piece of jade. Her hair was loosely gathered, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, and her thin lips were as red as cherries.

Pure and immaculate, ethereal as a fairy, just like a celestial being stepping out of a painting.

Is she really my blind date?

What happened to being average? Zhao Huai's expression remained calm, but his heart was full of doubt and surprise.

He felt that this woman was much more beautiful than he had seen in the portrait, and she didn't even look like the picture. Could I have gone to the wrong door? "Young Master Zhao, don't just stand there, please sit down."

The woman smiled slightly, seemingly seeing through Zhao Huai's thoughts, but still gestured for him to sit, pouring a cup of hot tea for each of them.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Qinghan, and my surname is Yu."

"Yu Qinghan, Miss Yu?"

"Indeed."

Yu Qinghan nodded slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Young Master seems puzzled."

Zhao Huai shook his head. "It's not puzzlement, I just think that Miss is quite different from what I saw in the portrait."

For him, it didn't matter who was sitting across from him, because his purpose was just to spend the afternoon here peacefully.

"Different in what way?"

Curiosity appeared in Yu Qinghan's eyes.

Zhao Huai smiled. "Generally speaking, meetings between men and women inevitably lead to many ridiculous things, but Miss is much more beautiful than in the portrait, which surprises me."

Hearing this, the smile on Yu Qinghan's lips deepened, and she said, "I also think that Young Master is different from what I imagined, not like the matchmaker described. I thought Young Master would be thin and weak, but I didn't expect you to look so healthy, with much better energy than normal people."

Her first impression of Zhao Huai was quite good, with a hint of favor.

Of course, she knew she was beautiful. She had been on countless blind dates before, and without exception, they all went terribly.

Normal men, when they saw her, were either intimidated by her gaze or didn't dare to meet her eyes, acting all awkward, not like a man at all.

Or they were some vulgar people who didn't understand etiquette, and seeing that she was a woman, they took advantage of their family background to repeatedly offend her.

But the young master in front of her had clear eyes, could not only communicate and make eye contact normally, but also spoke with unusual eloquence. He was also good-looking, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, quite handsome, and very much to her liking.

However, Yu Qinghan's words caught Zhao Huai's attention.

He was naturally clear about his own situation. As a cultivator, with his cultivation at the Qi Training Ninth Layer, how could his complexion and energy be bad?

Right now, breaking a stone slab on his chest, running on walls, and delivering a thousand pounds with one punch were all trivial matters, after all, his physical body had reached initial saturation.

But this lady's eyesight was surprisingly good, able to sense such details, indicating that her strength was also not low.

"I have nothing to do in my spare time, so I wake up early every day to practice some external martial arts, to exercise my body, so I'm in relatively good shape."

Zhao Huai said, without blushing or skipping a beat, telling such a lie.

Hiding his cultivation was a way to protect himself.

He didn't understand her, and needed to hold back during their initial interaction.

"Oh? Is young master also interested in the path of cultivation?"

Yu Qinghan's Phoenix Eyes flashed with surprise, and she smiled with interest.

This smile was more sincere than her previous polite smile, as if she had met a kindred spirit and was pleasantly surprised.

"Uh, could it be that you also practice martial arts, miss?"

Zhao Huai asked politely, yet with a hint of awkwardness.

"That's right, Qinghan has been cultivating since childhood, following my father in the military for more than ten years."

Yu Qinghan smiled faintly, "I forgot to mention, my father is a retired veteran of the dynasty, but he has retired due to making a mistake. It's all in the past, but my family is still considered to be from a military background, practicing martial arts for generations. My eldest brother is still serving in the military."

After saying that, a trace of worry flashed in the depths of Yu Qinghan's eyes.

Because of her own background, she was really worried that she would scare him away, which was not what she wanted to see.

As expected, Zhao Huai's eyelids twitched upon hearing this, and he exclaimed inwardly, good heavens.

Having a general as a father, an elder brother still serving in the military, and practicing martial arts for generations.

Wasn't this a proper military family?

This woman was a daughter of a military family, with a considerable background.

Would it be inappropriate for someone of his status to associate with someone like her? Zhao Huai thought to himself, but still joked, "With your conditions, miss, it's hard to imagine that you would come to a matchmaking agency."

"I sneaked out myself."

Yu Qinghan's eyes dimmed.

"Sneaked out?"

Hearing this answer, Zhao Huai was slightly stunned.

"Could it be that your family treats you badly?"

Although this world was mainly focused on immortal cultivation, the children of large aristocratic families were still living in luxury, with prosperity and wealth at their side, and full of privileges, so they would definitely not live poorly.

"No, it's just that I'm tired of the life at home and don't like fighting," Yu Qinghan shook her head.

Zhao Huai smiled wryly and did not reply.

Yu Qinghan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and in a few words, she evoked memories, and seemed to sigh to herself, "Young master, do you know that I didn't like practicing martial arts when I was a child. Like those other women, I liked rouge and powder, liked tinkering with embroidery needles and threads, and liked listening to the storytellers talk about growing old together, the evening songs of fishing boats, and the long-lasting stories in the novels, all of which I fantasized about."

"But my father told me that being born into a noble family, I must bear a part of the responsibility, and daughters should also be self-reliant, pursue great undertakings, and the life of ordinary people does not belong to me. From that day on, I began to practice martial arts and cultivation."

"I didn't like practicing martial arts at first, because it was hard and tiring. I didn't like killing people even more, because I often had nightmares at night and couldn't sleep."

"Sometimes I would think, how great it would be if I wasn't born into such a family, so I could sleep until noon every day, listen to music in the afternoon, go shopping, read the books I wanted to read, watch interesting plays, and eat what I wanted to eat, even if it was simple food, it didn't matter, even if no one cared, even if I was poor and destitute, it would be better than being on the battlefield, racking my brains."

"After growing up, when I achieved the goal my father mentioned, I found that what he said was not what I wanted. It's just that my hands were stained with too much blood, and I had long been inseparable from practicing martial arts, and it had become a habit."

"Now, I'm tired, and I just want to find someone to live a stable life with, so I ran away."

Yu Qinghan's voice gradually decreased as she spoke, but the reminiscence in her eyes lingered for a long time.