[Now that you've lost your former status, it won't be easy for a delicate young lady like you to get by.] Roaming the jianghu and indulging in the Mortal World took money. Without a little family wealth to fall back on, just making a living would consume all your energy for the day. How could you have the leisure to enjoy moonlit nights and flower-scented breezes, let alone freedom? Qi Cang waggled his eyebrows at Mei Meng. [Have you given any thought to what you'll do from now on?]
Mei Meng lowered her eyes to the sword at her waist.
But what surfaced in her mind were fragments from her dream.
[Open a private school. Ideally, there'd be a river nearby where I could fish and catch a ferry, and an eatery at the foot of the mountain that served sour fish soup.]
Qi Cang knew Mei Meng had set her heart on retiring, but he hadn't expected her ideas to be so naive. His fierce face, the sort that could scare a child into tears, crumpled into a frown. [I'm telling you, you're naive. The river you want would be easy to find, and an eatery wouldn't be hard either. But do you know how much it costs to run a private school?]
She might as well open a martial arts school.
[You've spent your whole life without lifting a finger or eating a grain of mortal food.] He wanted to talk some sense into Mei Meng and tell her to take a look in her purse. [But you are a Literary Scholar, after all. It shouldn't be hard for you to make a little money. It'll just stir up trouble again. Shen Youli might let you go once, but she won't let you go a second time.]
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