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Yang Jingxue's lips curled slightly as she smiled. "If Xiaojun found out, he'd probably be so furious smoke would pour from all seven orifices."
Xia Qingyun stood amid a haze of steam. It drifted around her like gauze, softening the coolness in her eyes and brows.
She snorted softly and said dismissively, "What would he be angry about? Do you really think he doesn't understand the reasoning, or approve of this approach?"
"He's just as ruthless with himself. He simply dotes on that little wife of his."
"That goddaughter of yours may be his weak spot, but is she truly a weakness?"
"By the way, you've been teaching the girl this month. What do you think of her?"
Yang Jingxue slowly drew in the round fan in her hand, carefully folded it away, and covered her mouth with a smile. "That girl is extraordinarily gifted!"
"Whether it's the Turning Wheel Art or the Myriad Fusion Art, she picks it up very quickly."
"She was already a piece of gold. At most, I'm adding flowers to brocade."
Xia Qingyun nodded slightly. A golden gleam flashed as she smiled faintly. "I feel the same. She's no longer a seedling that needs tender care, but a flourishing tree."
"Besides, you saw it yourself just now. Her composure far exceeds that of ordinary people. To possess such resolve at her age-she's truly a monstrous talent."
Xia Qingyun's smile faded, her expression turning solemn. "Back when I was thirteen, I was nowhere near her level."
"So all I want is for my precious grandson to have no worries weighing on him."
"He just loves worrying over nothing. He thinks too much."
"After those two rounds of retaliation from the Chen Clan, how many forces still dare lay a