Chapter 144: A Direct Confession

Meng Yinlu sat up obediently, looking like a child caught red-handed by a parent.

She kept her head down and sat beside Chu Huaizhou without a word.

“Master, please don’t be angry. I just…”

“Just…”

Her eyes glistened, her nose turning red.

Her cool, delicate face scrunched up as if she was about to burst into tears.

Chu Huaizhou swallowed back the words of reproach he had been about to say.

He sighed and gently stroked the top of her head.

“Alright, alright, I’m not blaming you. But tell me, how did you realize I had lost my memory?”

Meng Yinlu nodded and honestly spilled everything she knew.

It turned out she had sensed something was wrong from the very beginning.

Because Chu Huaizhou hadn’t called her Yinlu Xiaobao in a long time.

In front of others, he called her Yinlu, but in private, he called her Third Disciple.

He did his best to keep her at a distance.

It had made her sad for a long time.

In the end, Chu Huaizhou had no choice but to tell her, “Wait a while longer. I’ve already seen the solution. Once everything is resolved…”

“We can all… get our relationship back on track.”

So today, when Chu Huaizhou suddenly called her Yinlu Xiaobao,

it moved her deeply. But then she noticed his tone was slightly different from before.

She thought about it for a moment and realized it was the same tone he had used over two hundred years ago.

That was when she became suspicious. She felt that aside from him losing his memory, there was no other way to explain it.

So she observed carefully and found that both Bai Li and Xia Baiqian’s attitudes towards him were different.

The sense of protectiveness and possessiveness was stronger. The former ease and lightness had vanished.

This further deepened her suspicion.

Chu Huaizhou was a bit frightened by his third disciple’s terrifying observational skills.

But he also knew her personality was naturally airheaded and spacey.

Otherwise, he would have thought she was the type to sneakily use Guiji to conceal her aura in the middle of the night,

then come to his bedroom to spy on him, engraving every move he made in her mind,

taking it out from time to time to savor like a drink to accompany a meal.

As soon as this thought occurred to him, he wanted to punch himself twice.

How could his third disciple be that intense?

Impossible, definitely.

Later, when she spoke with Di Xiaoyao, saying that a friend had lost their memory and was looking for a way to recover it,

she completely confirmed that he had lost his memory, and that his memories had stopped at over two hundred years ago.

So all the suppressed, immense longing for her master in her heart burst forth.

She wanted to do the most wonderful things with her master.

She racked her brains, thinking the whole way until she remembered a storybook she had once read.

It said that being in bed with the one you love… was the happiest thing in the world.

So she staged this whole scene.

As for calling him ‘Master,’ it was the most popular title she had deduced after reading countless storybooks.

Usually, storybooks with that title sold very well in the mortal world and received a good response.

Having more or less sorted out the situation,

Chu Huaizhou gently knocked on Meng Yinlu’s head.

She winced and covered the spot, lowering her head, not daring to meet his eyes.

“I say, Yinlu Xiaobao…”

“Hmm? What is it, master?”

Because his third disciple was still in awe of him, she wouldn’t say that even if he found out she wasn’t his dao companion,

she would force herself on him.

So Chu Huaizhou asked the question he had wanted to ask from the very beginning.

“If I’m not mistaken, what you just did means you like me, right?”

Before his words even faded, Meng Yinlu’s jade-white earlobes instantly flushed a rosy hue.

She lowered her head, the tassels on the cyan jade hairpin in her hair gently swaying, casting tiny, scattered shadows.

She didn’t speak, just nodded slightly.

It was only because of various events and her physical constitution and techniques

that her temperament was rather indifferent, not very good at expressing herself.

It didn’t mean she had no emotions.

“Then why do you like me? Did I do something that made you like me so much?”

Meng Yinlu was stunned. She looked up.

Her red eyes met Chu Huaizhou’s black pupils for a long moment.

With a serious expression, she said:

“There’s no reason. I just like you.

Like snow melting on a sword’s edge, or moonlight shattering into stars on a cold pond.”

Her slender fingers gently pressed against her own heart.

Through the fabric, one could see a slightly exaggerated curve there.

“This place burns when I see you, so hot that my cultivation can barely suppress it.

Yinlu is stupid, so before, I could never understand what this emotion was.

After reading many storybooks, I realized it was love, a deep love for you.

So from then on, I no longer forcibly suppressed this feeling, letting it grow freely.”

Gulp.

Chu Huaizhou subconsciously swallowed.

He had to admit, his third disciple’s direct confession was too… too hard to handle.

Flustered, he pinched his sleeve, then straightened his sword robe.

Pretending to be calm, he asked:

“But, can it really be okay that the person you love is me?

Think about it, your master is gluttonous and lazy, a bit lecherous, and can’t do anything except use a sword.

And also, your master…”

Before he could finish, Meng Yinlu, puffing with anger, raised her hand and covered his mouth.

Then she took off the necklace around her neck—the very same leaf she had seen earlier.

But because it had been worn and soaked for a long time,

the ordinary leaf had gained some Dao charm, becoming something extraordinary.

“I don’t know if you still remember this leaf.

At that time, I only felt this withered leaf was like me—both of us without a home.

Later I understood that home was never that courtyard from childhood.

But the place where you are. You gave Yinlu a home!”

She put the leaf back around her neck.

“So please don’t say that about yourself. It is you, and only you.

It was you who saved Yinlu from that lifeless home.

For me, who was still young and innocent back then, you were the first light shining into the darkness.

I believe that in the hearts of Senior Sister and Second Sister, you are also such an existence. But I am confident that my feelings for you are deeper than theirs!”

Chu Huaizhou took down the hand covering his mouth, signaling that he wouldn’t say anything reckless again.

His heart couldn’t help but race.

Still burning up, still burning up!

He really wanted to just brush it off with a laugh and gloss over this matter he himself had brought up.

Who could have thought his third disciple would say this?

In his previous life, he and Xu Mengdie had relied on each other, and he had never experienced being valued this much.

Hundreds of years ago, he had always felt he was just taking care of three disciples.

Now, how had each one of them become like this?

Meng Yinlu suddenly leaned in, so close that only the other could be seen in each other’s eyes.

“So regarding your question, Yinlu really doesn’t understand.

It’s like asking why a sword must always be drawn, or why sunflowers always face the sun.

Yinlu likes you. There is no why. It is only natural.”

She spoke those last four words very softly, yet they made Chu Huaizhou’s breath catch.

She clearly wasn’t pressing forward step by step like Leng Qingqiu, nor did she have the aid of gu insects like Xia Baiqian.

Nor did she have the natural charm techniques of Bai Li.

Just pure words alone made him unable to sit still, his mouth dry.

Chu Huaizhou frantically circulated the Xuanqiong Mingxin Yuzhi technique, trying to keep himself calm.

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