My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Teng Tianhan was busy with official matters and could not stay in Li City for long. Seeing how much he wanted to witness his son’s apprenticeship ceremony, Qin Liuxi did not delay and held the ceremony the next day.

The apprenticeship ceremony, while solemn, was not the grandest of affairs, yet it was not to be taken lightly either; it took place in the main hall, in front of the Grandmaster’s golden statue.

Although Qin Liuxi was physically disabled, she donned her ceremonial vestment robe, a purple robe and magical crown, worn only for significant events. With every move, there seemed to be golden light flowing around her.

Teng Tianhan and Wang Zheng, among others, watched intently, unaccustomed to her dressing so formally in contrast to her usual simple green robe.

Yet, in her ceremonial attire, she carried herself with an untouchable aura of a superior, commanding respect and courting no sacrilege.

Not only Teng Tianhan and the rest, but also the temple brothers like Wuwei and others, felt a particular sense of pride and reverence when they saw Qin Liuxi dressed so solemnly. It was as if their wayward little ancestor had suddenly become exceptionally noble and proud.

She was their Qingping Temple’s Junior Temple Master, the future heir.

The Taoists present couldn’t help but feel joy.

In front of the Grandmaster’s altar, incense was lit and the altar was established, with Wuwei by the side assisting with the ritual, chanting the hymns, performing the ceremony.

"The disciple kneels and recites the letter of sincere apprenticeship."

Teng Zhao knelt on the cushion, wearing a small green robe, his hair cascading behind him, hands holding the letter of apprenticeship he penned himself, reciting aloud, "Today, disciple Teng Zhao sincerely requests to be taken into the master’s fold..."

Teng Tianhan’s eyes brimmed with tears, having never heard his son read more than twenty words at once, his speech even to his own father always brief, as if any more words would burden him.