Lin Daiyu herself knew that arguing with that troublesome little girl of a master was no different from playing a lute to a cow, so she simply stopped bothering.
After opening both windows and waiting until the air had circulated properly, she turned and walked to the bed. Seeing that her master was still wrapped up like a silkworm chrysalis, she did not immediately ask about the matter Zijuan and Xueyan had described to her. Instead, she sighed softly and asked:
"Since Master has already gotten up and even gone out for a round, why did you lie back down?"
"It's almost noon already. Lunchtime is just around the corner."
She paused, a trace of anticipation flashing through her eyes. Then she softened her voice, gently gathered her sleeves, and continued, her eyes glimmering:
"It's rare to see you looking so refreshed today, as though you had borrowed the morning light..."
"Why not take this opportunity to show your disciple some mercy and give me a little guidance on cultivation?"
"If we start earlier today, we won't have to wait until the hour of Shen."
It had been nearly two months since that night's banquet had ended unpleasantly. During that time, aside from eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping, or vanishing without a trace all day, this troublesome master of hers had not given a single proper "lesson." At most, she would wait until the sun had begun to slant westward, get up and wash, give less than fifteen minutes of instruction, then say, "I'm tired," and let that day's guidance pass just like that.
Lin Daiyu was somewhat resentful about it, but she knew that this was simply her master's nature. One could not force a twisted melon to become sweet. Thus, all she could do was look for opportunities