Chapter 89: Is My Husband Feeling Shy?
The next day, Shen Yian woke up early in the morning. Ye Liyan was still sleeping soundly. There was still a hint of pink on her pretty face, just like a blooming snow lotus on a high mountain stained with a touch of red clouds.
Shen Yian leaned down and planted a light kiss on Ye Liyanâs pretty face, then swiftly dressed and quietly left the room.
In the past, he would have practiced his martial arts in the courtyard to stretch his muscles, but now that there were two of them, he didnât want to disturb Ye Liyanâs sweet dreams.
Shen Yian took a long detour to the small training ground. He started with the eighth set of radio calisthenics to warm up, then began his fist techniques.
Every punch he threw out brought with it the force of wind and thunder, the roar of dragons and the howling of tigers, and was so powerful that the force of the punches distorted the surrounding air.
This display even tempted Yin Hai, who had been secretly observing, to throw a couple of punches himself.
After finishing his routine, Shen Yian looked at his fists in surprise. Since entering the Divine Wandering realm that night, he hadnât practiced his punches. Now that he had, the experience was completely different from before. He gained a new understanding of this ordinary fist technique, instinctively making simple improvements as he practiced.
He never expected that this fist technique, which he had used purely for physical conditioning, would lead him to seemingly touch the threshold of the Way of the Fist.
The original name of this fist technique was âCarefree Fistâ and is widely circulated in the martial arts world. Swindlers often use it to fool ignorant young people who are just entering the martial arts world.
The name itself sounded deceptive. âCarefree Fistâ might make one think it was passed down by some grandmaster, when in reality it was just a common health-preserving technique.
Unfortunately, when Shen Yian first entered the martial world, he too was deceived, spending a full ten taels of silver to purchase it.
In his two lifetimes, his first impression upon hearing the name of the fist technique was that it must be extraordinary, perhaps left behind by characters from wuxia novels.
As for how he discovered he had been tricked, the next day, as he left the inn, he happened to run into the same con artist trying to sell an identical âCarefree Fistâ manual to another unsuspecting victim on the street.
After a friendly chat with the man in a small alley, the con artist was moved to tears, vowing to mend his ways and be a better person from then on. He willingly returned the ten taels of silver.
Luckily, Shen Yian discovered the truth in time, otherwise, it would have been an indelible black mark on âYe Beianâsâ reputation in the martial world.
As the sun gradually rose, Ye Liyan also woke up. After washing up, she shared breakfast with Shen Yian.
Since they had planned to visit the North and South markets yesterday, they were determined to go.@@novelbin@@
âWho do you think you are? How dare you discuss the royal consort?â The ownerâs eyes blazed with fury. If His Highness had heard this, their entire shop would lose their heads â not even their backers could protect them!
âRemember this, if you want to live and keep working here, keep your mouths shut. If I hear anyone gossiping again, donât blame me for forgetting your hard work.â
The owner pointed at the dazed assistant on the ground: âYou, pack up and leave Tianwu City forever. If you donât go, Iâll have someone make you leave.â
Meanwhile, Shen Yian knew about this minor incident but didnât care. If he got angry over such small matters every day, heâd worry himself to death.
Cruel? Reality is cruel. This is the tyranny of noble birth.
Once you reach a certain status, people will try to curry favor with you. Some will talk behind your back, but those seeking your favor will handle it for you without you lifting a finger.
A minor incident remains minor. To dwell on it would be to desecrate such a beautiful day.
Arriving at the North Market, the streets grew crowded. Many recognized the couple, and greetings rang out all around.
The entire streetâs attention focused on them. Shen Yian felt a headache coming on, feeling like they were rare animals on display. Suddenly, wearing a veiled hat seemed like a good idea.
Ye Liyan faced the attention with grace, showing no timidity. Her every move exuded dignity, stunning everyone on the street.
After one street, the attention decreased, with fewer people looking their way.
âIs my husband feeling shy?â Ye Liyan, wearing a fox-patterned mask, couldnât help but giggle softly.
Her husbandâs nervous look when buying the masks was truly adorable.
Shen Yian, wearing a grey wolf mask, smiled awkwardly. âItâs not shyness. I just think weâre causing unnecessary commotion that might affect others. Itâs better to keep a low profile.â
He had said there were no veiled hats in the palace, but he didnât say there were no masks.
Indeed, whether in speech or action, itâs always good to leave oneself options.
Ye Liyan lowered her head with a faint smile, making Shen Yian want to explain more.
After walking a dozen more steps, they both stopped simultaneously.
âLiyan, doesnât that personâs back ahead look familiar?â