I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 95

On the table of the pavilion lay a pot of clear tea. Yun Duan casually glanced around the courtyard, noticing many disordered footprints on the once pristine white ground, which made her feel a strange sense of unfamiliarity.

She was not the only one at home; this experience was quite rare for her.

"Is there only tea to drink?" Nan Shuang seemed completely unaware of her role as a guest. After sniffing the aroma of the tea, she wrinkled her nose in disdain. "Your tea is already stale—do you have anything to eat?"

Beside her, Wan Shao didn't bother to hide her eye roll, muttering about how shameless the demon race was. She was immediately pinched on the cheek by the furious Yuan Ge, and the flower demons who had just finished fighting began to grapple with each other again. Yun Duan didn't lift her eyes and simply replied, "No."

Nan Shuang immediately showed a sympathetic expression. After sipping a few mouthfuls of tea, she sighed, "The renowned Yun Zhong Jun lives such a..."

Not wanting to listen to her cliché remarks, Yun Duan placed her teacup on the table, producing a crisp sound that was neither too loud nor too soft.

This sound seemed to serve as a signal to change the subject, causing the flower demons to sulkily stop fighting and return to their seats. Yun Duan looked at Nan Shuang and asked, "Did Shuang Jiang come here for something specific?"

Her question was vague, but Nan Shuang wouldn't let her gloss over it. With a light laugh, she hinted, "What do you think? Why do you think I came to find you... for what reason?"

Yun Duan's heart instantly leapt at Nan Shuang's words. The direction of the demon's speech was too clear, causing her heartbeat to quicken uncontrollably. It was hard to say whether she felt anxious or fearful; this kind of emotion had recurred over the past two years, like a persistent nightmare that robbed her of sleep.

No matter how many times she experienced it, she could never become accustomed to it. Yun Duan quietly took a deep breath, and her voice softened as she spoke, "... Do you have news about her?"

The woman before her, however, seemed disconnected from her feelings. Two years had passed, and the injuries the Ghost King had suffered from Shang Can's heavenly fire had healed significantly. At least in appearance, she was no different from when Yun Duan first met Nan Shuang—still bearing that nonchalant demeanor, as if nothing in the world mattered to her. Nan Shuang lazily smiled at her, speaking slowly, "What if I say I do?"

"..."

Yun Duan's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if a hollow "thud" echoed in her chest before returning to silence.

As the Ghost King, if Nan Shuang could bring her news of Shang Can, then that news could only be—

"Oh, don't scare her, A Shuang!"

Yuan Ge could no longer watch in silence; she hurried over and snatched the delicate white porcelain teacup from Yun Duan's hands, which was about to crack from her grip. She reassured her repeatedly, "There's nothing to worry about; we have no news about Shang Can at all—well, maybe that's a good thing... but at least that guy definitely hasn't come to the ghost realm. So don't worry."

The indescribable emotions that had just surged were forcibly suppressed. Yun Duan paused for a moment, then turned to look at Nan Shuang, and indeed found her leaning back with an utterly bored expression, sighing as she admitted, "That was too quick to expose; I wanted to see what reaction Yun Zhong Jun would have."

While a thin layer of anger arose within her, it was overshadowed by a sense of reassurance. Yun Duan slightly relaxed her tense shoulders, listening to Nan Shuang casually state, "I'm just joking; I really haven't seen Shang Can. I was prepared to pass the position of Ghost King onto her long ago, but unfortunately, she hasn't come for so long..."