“Thank you for clearing that up, Daoist Su. I now understand how to make Yan’er happy, and I will certainly give it a proper try.”
Once all her doubts were resolved, Yun Xuechang stood up and sincerely thanked Su Feiyao.
“Oh, Fairy Yun, you’re too polite. I’ve already told you there’s no need for thanks.”
Su Feiyao rose to see her off, her fluffy red-brown fox tail gently swaying behind her.
“But remember, Fairy Yun, when dealing with someone like the Flower Young Master, sometimes you need to be a bit assertive. Never go along with everything she says—just doing whatever she wants. Only then can you truly win her heart.”
“…Alright.”
Yun Xuechang paused briefly, then nodded seriously.
Regardless, since she had come specifically to seek advice, she would listen to Su Feiyao’s words and give them a try.
After all, the Hehuan Sect had an excellent reputation for mediating Dao companions’ relationships—it couldn’t be wrong.
“Here is the consultation fee. Please take it, Daoist Su.”
“Ah~ Fairy Yun, go slowly~”
Watching the white-clad figure disappear through the doorway, Su Feiyao finally covered her face with her folding fan and let out a mischievous laugh.
“Pfft—hahahahahaha!”
She had genuinely been helping Yun Xuechang with sincere advice.
But the problem was, when Yun Xuechang first sought her counsel, she hadn’t specified—unlike other Mojing female cultivators—whether she wanted to play the dominant or submissive role in this relationship.
The naive girl probably didn’t even know the difference.
So, Su Feiyao naturally went with her own assumption: treating Yun Xuechang as the dominant role and Hua Yan as the submissive one.
Since she hadn’t clarified, even if Hua Yan came looking for trouble later, she couldn’t find any fault with Su Feiyao.
Hahahahahaha! She really wanted to see that once arrogant and unruly Young Master of the Hundred Flowers Valley get completely controlled by Yun Xuechang and turned into a blushing, delicate little wife!
This was going to be absolutely hilarious! Hahahahahaha!
In the Hehuan Building, the fox-eared girl hid her face, stifling her laughter, her large tail swishing rapidly behind her.
…
“The more I listen, the more it sounds like Su Feiyao deliberately steered Mother toward the dominant role and Mom toward the submissive one, doesn’t it?”
In Ji Ling’s courtyard, Hua Xiangrong easily flipped the Flower String Game from Ning Shiliu’s hands while mentally distracting herself by discussing the scene she’d just witnessed with 099.
“Speaking of which, 099, are you team Mom1, or Mother1?” she asked casually.
“Hmm… I don’t really understand this… Hua Yan was originally male and later became female. If you go by that logic, maybe it makes more sense for her to take the lead in the relationship? (・◇・)?” 099 replied uncertainly.
“So you’re team Mother1? I’m completely different from you—I’ve always been team Xue1!”
“Why do you think that way, Host? Clearly, Hua Yan was originally male, and she usually seems more lively and assertive.”
“Oh, you just don’t get it!”
Hua Xiangrong grew excited:
“Someone like Mom—a tsundere transformed woman—she should be pinned down and thoroughly convinced by someone like Mother, that cold and elegant female sword immortal, and then go ‘hee hee hee’ as she turns into a shy little wife! That’s how it should be!”
“Su Feiyao did a fantastic job! I declare her my sister from another mother right now! And you, 099—if you don’t ship Xue1, you’re destined to have a failed system life!”
“…I really have nothing to say to you yuri fans.”
099 was utterly speechless, regretting ever bringing up the topic and engaging Hua Xiangrong in such a discussion.
Just then, Ning Shiliu, who had been pondering with one long ear bent, finally tentatively reached out her small hand and successfully flipped the Flower String back from Hua Xiangrong.
“Rongrong, it’s your turn.”
She reminded Hua Xiangrong softly, who seemed lost in thought.
Her friend was always like this—suddenly zoning out while playing, thinking about other things.
Ning Shiliu was curious but had long since grown used to it.
“Oh, right!”
Hua Xiangrong snapped back to attention quickly.
After a brief moment of thought, she flipped the Flower String back from Ning Shiliu.
“Hey, Little Pomegranate, let me ask you something—who do you think looks more like the dominant role and who looks more like the submissive role between my mom and my mother?”
Still excited, Hua Xiangrong asked the bunny-eared girl eagerly.
“Dominant role? Submissive role?”
Ning Shiliu tilted her head in confusion, and the long ear that had just straightened bent gently again.
“Oh, it’s a kind of trait in women’s relationships! Little Pomegranate, let me explain…”
Still riding the high of excitement, Hua Xiangrong tossed the Flower String aside and gestured animatedly as she explained to Ning Shiliu.
Ning Shiliu listened half-understandingly, nodding her small head occasionally.
“…So, do you get what dominant and submissive roles are now? Between my mom and my mother, who do you think is which?”
After her explanation, Hua Xiangrong pressed on eagerly.
“Hmm…”
Ning Shiliu’s cheeks flushed slightly as she thought seriously.
Everyone said Aunt Hua had once been Fairy Yun’s kept little wife outside the valley, so she should be the submissive role, right?
“I think Aunt Hua is the submissive role, and Fairy Yun is the dominant one.”
After some thought, she answered honestly.
“Ah! I knew you’d think the same as me, Little Pomegranate! You’re my best friend!”
Hua Xiangrong grabbed her hand excitedly, spinning her around the courtyard in joyful circles.
Feeling the warm, soft hand holding hers and looking at the cute pink-haired girl bouncing in the spring breeze, Ning Shiliu’s cheeks unconsciously flushed red.
Rongrong… she’s so cute…
Since it’s normal for women to love each other, when I grow up, should I—maybe—with Rongrong too…
She unconsciously curled her pale golden long ears, her cheeks growing warmer.
Everything Hua Xiangrong had just said about dominant and submissive roles in women’s relationships, and all the other related talk, was firmly etched into her memory.
And the girl’s budding, innocent feelings quietly took root.
…
“Dominant role? Submissive role?”
Ji Ling, meditating by the window in her room, overheard the two girls’ conversation in the courtyard and raised an eyebrow slightly.
That little girl Rongrong knows so much—who taught her?
Neither Yun Xuechang nor Hua Yan’er seems like the type to actively teach her this kind of thing…
She thought for a moment but couldn’t figure it out, then shook her head and let it go.
Still, if asked who was the dominant role between Yun Xuechang and Hua Yan’er—wasn’t it obvious?
A disdainful curl touched her lips.
With Hua Yan’er acting like a pitiful little wife, wanting to be the dominant role? She’d probably be pinned down by Yun Xuechang for life.
But…
Her gaze drifted through the window lattice, landing on the two little girls holding hands, laughing and jumping in the courtyard.
Speaking of which, isn’t Sixteen’s relationship with Hua Xiangrong getting a bit too close? She wouldn’t develop feelings for that girl, would she?
For some reason, perhaps with the intuition of someone who had been through it, she felt that Hua Xiangrong might prove difficult to handle in matters of love when she grew up.
Rather than falling in love herself, maybe she just enjoyed playing matchmaker and watching from a distance?
Thinking of the few couples that Hua Xiangrong and Ning Shiliu had successfully set up, Ji Ling frowned slightly, lost in thought.
Forget it, these two are still young. Why am I overthinking this? I must be getting old and worrying too much.
She withdrew her gaze and shook her head.
Whether Sixteen will even like girls in the future is still up in the air—why start worrying now?