When Golden Wind Meets Jade Dew

"Th-this..." Zhao Sanchong hesitated before apologetically saying, "My Young Master has never liked meeting outsiders."

Seeing this, Wang Yuqi immediately called toward the shop entrance, "Wang Si."

Before her words had faded, the middle-aged driver who had been standing guard outside suddenly stepped through the air, crossing a distance of thirty feet in an instant to appear before them.

He stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Miss, what are your orders?"

Zhao Sanchong was inwardly horrified. This middle-aged driver possessed extraordinary skill, clearly one of the Jianghu's supreme experts, yet he had become a driver for the Wang Family.

Wang Yuqi ordered, "Wang Si, have him take us to see his Young Master."

"Hold on!"

Seeing that the act was about to fall apart, Zhao Sanchong hurriedly shouted, "Don't make a move. I'll take you there."

"Lead the way!" Wang Si said in a grim voice.

A quarter of an hour later, led by Zhao Sanchong, the group arrived at an exquisite and elegant courtyard.

Before they had even entered through the courtyard gate, the Wang sisters heard waves of zither music drifting from the rear courtyard.

At times, the music was lofty and vast, its charm natural and unforced, rising and falling like towering mountains. At other times, it flowed in winding streams, gentle as running water, its meaning endless.

Hearing such a wondrous melody, the Wang sisters could not help but lose themselves in the music.

Seeing this, Zhao Sanchong could not help sighing at Ninth Young Master's masterful methods and profound understanding of the human heart.

After quite a while, when the zither music gradually weakened and faded away, the Wang sisters finally came back to themselves as though waking from a dream.

Do not wonder why the Wang sisters had lost their composure so badly. The true reason lay in the fact that the Wang Family's founding ancestor had been a Rogue Cultivator.

Moved by the hardships of cultivation, the Wang Family had always placed cultivation at its center. Skills such as zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting were all considered distractions that sapped one's ambition.

Thus, Fragrant Swallow Valley was always cold and quiet, its atmosphere exceptionally stifling. Despite growing up there, the Wang sisters had never heard such a marvelous zither piece.

"Hurry and take us to see your Young Master!" Having regained her senses, Wang Yuqi urged impatiently.

Though Wang Yuyan beside her said nothing, the anticipation on her face revealed some of her thoughts.

"Two young ladies, please follow me!"

After saying this, Zhao Sanchong immediately led the three of them into the courtyard. They passed through the front hall, walked along a corridor, and then turned into a garden with artificial hills and flowing water.

Beneath the Octagonal Pavilion at the center of the garden sat a young man in white, his face like polished jade and his eyes like brilliant stars, his bearing graceful and outstanding. He was seated behind a zither table, lowering his head as he slowly tuned an ancient zither.

As the saying went, "When golden wind meets jade dew but once, it surpasses countless meetings in the mortal world."

The grand scheme Zhao Sheng had painstakingly laid out for the Wang sisters produced remarkable results from the very start.

Food and sex were human nature!

It was not only men who loved beauty in this world; women were the same.

Zhao Sanchong led the three of them to the Octagonal Pavilion and called out loudly, "Young Master, guests have arrived!"

Zhao Sheng seemed to have been startled awake. He raised his head in realization and looked at the Wang sisters.

They were so close.

Zhao Sheng's exceedingly handsome face was displayed before their eyes without the slightest concealment.

At the age of blooming maidenhood, what young woman did not harbor springtime feelings? Even knowing that the man before them was a mortal, the two Wang sisters could not help feeling a few stirrings in their hearts.

After pausing slightly, Zhao Sheng asked in a deep voice, "Shopkeeper Zhao, who are they? Why have you brought them to see me?"

Following the script, Zhao Sanchong introduced the purpose of the Wang Family's visit to his Young Master, taking the opportunity to bring up the Perfume and the matter of those fated to receive it.

Only after hearing Zhao Sanchong's words did Zhao Sheng reveal a smile, his attitude becoming gentler.

He gestured with one hand toward several meditation cushions beside the zither table. "Please, two honored guests, have a seat."

After exchanging a glance, the Wang sisters walked into the Octagonal Pavilion and sat upon the cushions, their postures exceedingly proper.

"I am Zhao Zhiqin. May I ask the names of you two young ladies?"

"My name is Wang Yuyan."

"My name is Wang Yuqi."

The moment Zhao Sheng finished speaking, the Wang sisters answered in unison.

"Oh, so you are the two sisters of the Wang Family. A pleasure, a pleasure!" Zhao Sheng nodded slightly with refined courtesy.

Wang Yuyan said directly, "We came today for that unique Perfume. Young Master Zhao said that this Perfume would only be given to those with fate. What kind of people are those fated ones you spoke of?"

After hearing this, Zhao Sheng fell silent for a moment. Then, in a low voice, he told the two of them a tragic and beautiful love story.

This story had been adapted from famous love stories from his previous life, such as Queqiao Xian and Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

It told of a poor young man who fell in love with a wealthy family's daughter, only to be forcibly torn apart by her father. After suffering humiliation, the poor young man devoted himself to martial arts and eventually became an Innate Grandmaster. Yet the wealthy young lady was forced into marriage with a powerful household, and from then on she languished in sorrow until she passed away at a young age.

"...Before she died, that pitiful woman created a Perfume unlike any other in the world to commemorate this love that had ended without a result. She named it Golden Wind Jade Dew. There is a poem to prove it!"

At this point, Zhao Sheng could not help reciting, "Slender clouds weave clever patterns, flying stars carry sorrow; across the distant Milky Way, they secretly cross. When golden wind meets jade dew but once, it surpasses countless meetings in the mortal world. Tender feelings flow like water, the treasured meeting is like a dream; how could one bear to look back upon the road home from the magpie bridge? If two hearts are meant to endure, why must they be together morning and night?"

The charm of words could undoubtedly transcend time and space. Even in another world, the tender emotion and poetic beauty contained in Queqiao Xian instantly moved a certain young girl inexperienced in worldly matters.

Upon hearing this poem, Wang Yuqi's eyes brimmed with tears, so moved that she was on the verge of weeping. Wang Yuyan, however, remained calm, though her gaze had softened considerably.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng secretly nodded. At last, he deliberately sighed, "What is love in this world, that it teaches people to pledge life and death to one another? Golden Wind Jade Dew is only given to those fated people who truly understand what love is."

"Do you two young ladies believe yourselves to be such fated people?"

Wang Yuyan and Wang Yuqi looked at each other, then both shook their heads.

The two had been born into a Cultivation Family and had never experienced love. The members of their Lineage were all assigned marriage alliances by their Elders; matters of love and affection were simply out of the question.

Zhao Sheng sighed softly and revealed a regretful expression. "I am sorry. It seems Golden Wind Jade Dew is not fated to be with you two."

Wang Yuqi opened her mouth to speak, but Wang Yuyan tugged at her from beside her, and she could only close it again.

"Young Master, hearing such a moving story has already been a great gain for us. Since we are not fated with it, we will not force the matter here."

Wang Yuyan quickly regained her composure and suddenly said, "However, I have a presumptuous request. I wonder whether Young Master would be willing to hear it."

"Please, speak freely." Zhao Sheng nodded.

"I would like to ask whether Young Master intends to sell the Perfume formula."

Good heavens! I admit I covet your bodies, but you are no saints either—you have set your sights on my chicken.

Could the value of the Perfume be far greater than this?

A thought suddenly flashed through Zhao Sheng's mind. He then decisively shook his head and said, "The Perfume formula was left behind by my family's forebears. It would not be convenient to pass it on to outsiders."

After hearing this, Wang Yuyan's face filled with regret.