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She had said those harsh words, but before nightfall, Leng Yi's soul had already drifted to Langxuan Pavilion.

Compared to the tedious and intense training at Zhuoyu Pavilion, practicing swordsmanship with Yin Jiu is so much more enjoyable. He will cooperate with your every move and will also unexpectedly reveal a new move, which will surprise you. He is also considerate of Leng Yi's feelings.

Yin Jiu seems to be a really good person. He is not only understanding, but also very handsome!

Is it just my imagination? I feel like Yin Jiu is getting more and more handsome... His eyes have changed? No, they're still phoenix eyes and dark pupils, so what are they?

"Ningbi, you've almost torn the Xuan paper."

"Uh!"

Nongyue's soft reminder immediately pulled Lengyi back to reality from her reverie. When Lengyi looked closely at the plum blossom painting, she saw an ink dot that pierced through the back of the paper. She immediately knew what punishment she was about to face, and her eyes lowered in fear.

Looking at her dejected and listless appearance, Nongyue casually asked, "Practicing sword dance must be very tiring, you haven't been in good spirits these past few days."

Leng Yi was a little taken aback. She hadn't expected Nong Yue to be able to talk to her so calmly and even care about her. She couldn't help but feel flattered. She hesitated and said, "It's alright. I practiced all night the first night, and yesterday Master Qingyou took pity on me and let me come back to sleep."

"With such diligence, Lengyi, your sword dance will surely be excellent," Nongyue complimented without batting an eye.

"I hope so," Leng Yi said, adopting a polite tone, though she felt a little embarrassed; her composure wasn't as good as the others. Then, Leng Yi turned her head to the other side and said to Wei Feng, "Look, your Xuan paper is about to be exposed too."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Feng hurriedly came to her senses and her face turned pale and red as she saw that her painting was ruined.

Seeing this, Leng Yi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why have you been staring at me all day?"

"I wasn't staring at you!" Breeze retorted instinctively, but feeling guilty, she immediately lowered her voice. However, she certainly couldn't let herself lose in terms of momentum, so she accused Leng Yi, "But you've been spacing out all day, are you lovesick?"

You're probably in the throes of puberty—

These four words echoed throughout the studio, causing the entire studio to freeze for a moment.

At this moment, the headmistress noticed the commotion and came to investigate. She discovered the huge ink dot on Lengyi and Weifeng's drawing paper. Immediately, she was filled with righteous indignation and, in a fit of rage, dragged them both to the next room to be whipped.

The headmistresses were all very strict, going to great lengths to punish the courtesans without actually killing them. Some liked to make them kneel, some liked to whip them, some liked to kick them, and some even liked to prick them with needles, like in that famous scene from a TV drama... The punishments were varied, and there were plenty of corresponding healing medicines, so the headmistresses had no worries. Looking at how many times Leng Yi had fallen ill in less than a year, her health hadn't deteriorated; on the contrary, she had become increasingly radiant and energetic.

However, Leng Yi is an anomaly who has lived in another world for more than 20 years and suffered all kinds of social beatings. Her psychological endurance cannot be compared with that of ordinary people.

The physical pain couldn't break Lengyi, but the words "spring fever" deeply wounded her. As she endured the whipping, Lengyi grew increasingly perplexed, distressed, depressed, and agitated.

After being whipped, Leng Yi, ignoring the breeze and the tears still streaming down her face, cornered her against the wall and demanded, "You—"

At first, she didn't know how to start, but after a pause, she gritted her teeth and said, "How could you say I'm 'in love'? You just blurt it out! I hardly ever see any men, who would I be 'in love' with!"

Leng Yi looked righteous and awe-inspiring. "What? You mean Yin Jiu? Yin Jiu is still a little boy; he's not a man."

Still reeling from the shock, Wei Feng was also bewildered by this inexplicable ordeal. However, her mind was quick; her eyes darted around suspiciously, and she said in a barely audible voice, "Langxuan Pavilion isn't all men...you've been going there these past two nights..."

Leng Yi wanted to refute, but didn't know what to refute... She did seem to have the suspicion of being in love, but she clearly didn't—Leng Yi suddenly realized, wasn't she falling into a trap of self-proof? After realizing this, Leng Yi calmed down. She couldn't panic, or she would just be making a fool of herself.

Then, with a sharp look in his eyes, he said to Breeze, "Do you have any evidence to prove it? If not, don't make wild guesses and cause misunderstandings."

"You're feeling guilty, aren't you?" Wei Feng curled her lips, looking like she had "caught me red-handed."

"I'm angry. If you keep talking nonsense, I might tear your mouth apart," Leng Yi said coldly, instantly silencing Wei Feng. Seeing that she was frightened, Leng Yi relaxed slightly, glanced at her a few more times as a warning, and then turned and left.

Wei Feng's eyes revealed lingering fear, because Leng Yi's icy blue eyes just now resembled those of a wolf, which reminded her of what Granny Qin had said.

If you look into her eyes, she will kill you one day.