My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

"Mr. Changkong, Master Buqiu is here," Uncle Qian personally ushered Qin Liuxi into the house.

Yu Changkong stood in the center of the room, facing the direction of the herbal scent, and greeted Qin Liuxi with a cupped-hand salute, "Master."

Observing his precise sense of direction, Qin Liuxi remarked, "They say that when people lose their sight, their other senses become more acute. It seems not without basis. Mr. Changkong, your sense of positioning is quite accurate. Are you relying on your hearing?"

"And taste," replied Yu Changkong with an indifferent tone, "You carry a scent of medicine on you."

In fact, there was also a delicate fragrance typical of a woman, but with his impaired vision, he dared not speculate further.

Qin Liuxi sniffed at himself and joked, "Fortunately, it’s the scent of medicine. If it were something else, it might have caused Mr. Changkong to laugh at me."

Sifang had already prepared tea, and presented it with both hands to Qin Liuxi, saying, "Master, you are truly amazing. After your acupuncture, our young master indeed slept from yesterday until today. The Master must not have reached twenty years of age, yet her medical skills are incredibly profound."

Yu Changkong chided lightly, "Sifang, do not be impolite; there are three things Taoist tradition does not inquire about: someone’s age, secular matters, and place of origin."

Upon hearing this, Sifang hurriedly bowed deeply to Qin Liuxi and apologized, "It’s my fault for being presumptuous, as I am ignorant of these Taoist ceremonies. Please forgive me, Master."

Uncle Qian also hastened to say, "We common folks don’t understand these things well; if we have offended you, our apologies."

Qin Liuxi waved her hand dismissively, "Ignorance is not a sin, and there’s no need to be so overly cautious. But Mr. Changkong, you are also aware of these ’three inquiries not to be made?’"