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Power Up, Artist Yang! 156 A Drink With the Artist Under the Plum Blossoms

Zixu looked at her with his typical smile on his face. Not a trace of surprise reflected back from his eyes. It was as if he expected her to say the words that just left her mouth. He drew his sleeves back, bowing slightly with a nod. "Of course. If Miss Yang asks like so, then it would be wrong of me to reject."

"Come along then." She gestured her hand, loosening her posture and attempting to keep a straight, emotionless expression as she walked into Lingxin. 

On the inside, however, she was anything but emotionless. Her mind was a complete mess.

What was she thinking? Why did she ask Yu Zixu to stay behind? He was a man , for goodness sake. A grown, adult man. If Yujia went back to herself from a month ago, she would surely never worry about these fickle things, but things had changed since then. Now, it was almost as if she was growing used to society's ideals. Or, not even that, but Yujia felt more inclined to think about what others would think of her. If they found out that she went drinking all night long with Young Master Zixu, how scandalous would that rumor sound? 

The only idea that slightly assured Yujia was that Lingxin Academy was a private place. No one, except for her master, her senior brother, her senior brother's family, and the servants, would be inside the academy's private gates, with it being so late in the evening already. 

She tried to push these thoughts of scandals and rumors aside for a good solid minute. With the fact that the two of them were in complete silence, it was even more difficult to distract herself with other thoughts. Every single time Yujia attempted to think of something else, these thoughts about scandal echoed even louder in her head. 

When they arrived near the courtyard Yujia resided in, Yujia finally picked up enough courage to break the silence. "Don't you think it's improper for you to do this?"


"What do you mean?" He leaned his head to the side, almost as if he was genuinely oblivious. 

"You know what I mean, don't you?" She found her voice light and airy. Their voices were both quiet, as if the stillness of the night was too perfect to break. 

He replied, "Didn't I tell you that I have questions? Is there not a better time to ask than right now, over a drink of sweet wine?"

Yujia paused for a long moment. The two stopped at the front arch of the courtyard. She hesitated before stepping in, then said, "I always thought you were uptight about etiquette."

"I am," The corners of his lips turned up even more as he spoke, "but only when others are around. That's the only time that it matters, isn't it? When you are alone at home, do you sit with perfect posture, sleep without turning, and fold your hands exactly how they want you to?"

"Am I not an 'other', then?" she quipped back.

"No. Of course not. At least, not right now." 

This made Yujia smile, at last. If he said with complete certainty that she was not another person, she would've thought of it as a lie. If he claimed that she was an other person, she would've felt uncomfortable too. Yet with his answer that was leaning towards both sides, she actually felt like there was more certainty and truth to his words. 

"Then, tonight, there's no etiquette between us, like two brothers having a drink together," Yujia concluded, walking past the front arch.

"Ah. Are you Yu Ziyang tonight?" Zixu arched a brow, amusement threaded through his voice. 

The two of them stopped in front of the plum tree, bare of blossoms and standing alone, in the middle of the yard. Perhaps it was the moonlight cascading down onto it, but the plum tree looked more lonely now. 

"Should I be?" She used to dislike thinking about the nerve-wracking, panic-driven moment where she had first officially met Yu Zixu, impersonating as his younger brother, Yu Ziyang. Now, though, it was more of a story to laugh at. It brought a light smile to her face. 

"If you want to be," he suggested. "I don't particularly care who you choose to identify as— Miss Yang, Yu Ziyang, Teacher Yang— does it even matter?" 

"Then call me Yujia." At this, Zixu gave her a peculiar look, so Yujia hastily added on, "If that's comfortable with you. I… don't really like being called "Miss". Never liked it. Never will."

Thinking about it, Yujia wished that she told Hui'er this long ago. Hui'er has always called her "Miss", but Yujia never found an opportunity to properly tell the young girl to call her by her name in private. 

"Then… Yu… Jia ." 

Zixu spoke slowly, his words not rolling off his tongue as smooth as it always. It was a first to see him this way, his words clunky and unpracticed. 

"I'm sorry," he quickly added again, "I'm not too used to this."

"It seems like you do care about etiquette a little more than me after all," Yujia laughed. She sat down underneath the plum tree, her back leaning against the wide trunk. "I thought we agreed on no etiquette?"

Zixu sat down as well, shaking his head a bit. His lips were slightly parted, but he was silent, as if he couldn't think of a response to Yujia's words in time. Instead, while Yujia opened the jar of wine, he looked up at the branches of plum, his eyes taking in the full view of the bare branches. 

Yujia looked down at the wine, then at her empty hands. She just realized that she had no cups, and surely, Zixu and her couldn't share the same jug. "Hold on," she noted, "I'll go get cups." 

In a rushed manner, she headed into her room, looking for cups to grab. The candles were still lit in the room, along with the lanterns hanging in the walkways, probably by the servants who saw that she still had not yet returned and decided to light up the room for her. This way, when she returned, she wasn't bathed in complete darkness. 

By the time that she went back, two cups in her hands, Zixu was still looking at the tree. 

"You like the plum tree?" she asked while she poured him a cup.

"Under the moonlight, it's almost ethereal." He raised the cups to his thin lips, barely taking a sip in between his words. "I only wish that it was blossoming— now that would be a stunning sight."

Yujia drank from the cup she poured for herself too, taking a deeper sip than him. "My master said that this was a seventy years old tree, and that it blossoms in white. Yet I'm not so sure about the full story of the tree. He promised to tell me about it when I finished an assignment he gave me this morning." She tilted his head back, looking at the thin strands of moonlight scattered through the branches. Then, she looked back at Zixu. "What are your questions? I'm prepared to answer now." 

"How about you tell me about your Yang Villa? I would like to know more about it." 

She filled her cup back up, beckoning her head at the near-full cup Zixu still held. "You have to take a drink every time you ask a question. It's not fair otherwise." 

"Alright." He sighed in an airy, laughing manner. Yujia noticed that this was how Zixu always laughed. His laughs were mostly soft breaths of air escaping his lips, the slightest bit of sound carried along with it. Lifting his sleeve up, he tilted his head back with the cup in his other hand. 

Since he drank all of the wine, Yujia now had to tell him. She thought about what she could say about the Yang Villa. Some of her experiences of her time spent in the villa were pleasant, while others weren't. Some of them she still didn't want to tell Zixu of either. 

Finally, she settled on one topic. 

"Let me tell you about my sisters then," she began, "There's four other ones, but I've only met two of the four…"

Her words went on, along with the cups of plum wine that continued to be emptied and filled. She finished talking about her four sisters. Zixu proceeded to ask about her maid when Yujia was finished discussing her sisters. They took another shot of wine, then continued to chat. 

Yujia asked Zixu back some questions about his family and art. Zixu asked her where she learned painting from. They exchanged a few tips of art. They talked about society, about life, about beliefs, about failed plans, about triumphant successes

Zixu told her a childhood memory of watching a painter paint for the first time. She discussed the library of Lingxin. He explained the breath-taking beauty of the sun when it shone red over the mountains, but only if you were up at just the right time to see it happen. He also talked about his favorite small parts of nature, from the way the blades of grass bent under the weight of a blue dragonfly, or the sound of water trickling through a creek in the still forest. She made fun of her mountain paintings though she had never painted a mountain with a reference in front of her. He laughed and replied back with how he once convinced an entire crowd that his painting was valuable though there was barely anything good on it. She went on to giggle about the examinations where they first met officially. 

Talking about these things, like Yujia predicted, was like relieving a huge weight off her shoulders. As the cups of alcohol went down, she felt lighter. The strings that were tying her back down to the struggles of the mundane world were being cut loose, one by one, bit by bit.  Find authorized novels in Webnovel,faster updates, better experience,Please click for visiting.

The tavern owner wasn't lying when he said that his special Plum Blossom Wine would be perfect for her scenario. The taste of the wine was not the kind to burn down her throat, but the kind to flow through her like warm honey, leaving a fragrant sweetness on her tongue. Each cup went down smoothly, and the wine did what Yujia wanted it to do. 

She forgot the things she wanted to forget. She found solace in the blurriness of her thoughts, the slow, slurred manner of her speech. And with Zixu, who listened patiently, was the best person to be by her side, hearing all her thoughts and complaints. 

It seemed like hours passed, but her sense of time was also fading. She raised the jar of wine, which felt as light as a feather now, pouring the last few drops into her and Zixu's cups. She held her cup up high, as if serenading the moon, letting her words tumble out of her mouth. "Plum Blossom Wine under an ancient plum tree. There is nothing more suiting."

"Only a pity that there are no blossoms." His voice sounded steady to her ears, which was surprising. Even drunk, Yu Zixu was so collected in his speech.

But she could care less about what Zixu's voice sounded like. The last cup of wine vanished. A wide grin spread across her face while her hand dropped the empty cup she held in her hand. She stretched her arms out, waving at the plum tree above the two of them. "That only means that next year, when the plum blossoms under the snow, we must have another drink. You have to agree."

"En." Zixu ran his fingers through the grass absentmindedly while his eyes looked back at Yujia's. 

At that moment, seeing his face in such a full view, a memory flashed in Yujia's mind. This memory was startling in the way that it was sharp and clear, though Zixu's face in front of her was becoming more blurred by the second. It was the face of Wu Hao, the person Yujia had a silly little crush on when she was in high school. It was also the person who shared the exact same face as Yu Zixu.

Why was she thinking about him now? He meant nothing to her, didn't he?

She inclined her head to the side, straining to keep her eyes open even though her eyelids were becoming heavy. She wanted to look at Zixu's face for just a little longer. Or did she want to look at Wu Hao's face for just a little longer? Who was who? Where was she, even?

But she didn't want to think of Wu Hao. She didn't want to think of the world filled with technology, the world filled with cold-hearted people, and the world filled with painful memories. All she wanted to do was to capture this moment under the plum tree in her mind, to brush everything else away with a wave of her hand.

"You know—" she murmured, her voice barely louder than a whisper, "You look so much like him— it almost hurts."

With the end of those words, she lurched forward and fell into his outstretched arms.

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Catalogue
258 Final Preparations of the Detective
257 The Detective Returns to the Villa
256 End of the Maid's Day
255 Trust System of the Maid
254 A Very Internally-Flustered Maid
253 Tests for the Maid
252 The Maid Cleans Around
251 The Artist Becomes a Literal Maid
250 The Artist Gets a Bit Embarrassed
249 In Which the Detective Gets Exposed
248 The Detective, Mission: Refining the Disguise
247 The Detective, Mission: Testing the Disguise
246 The Detective, Mission: Creating a Disguise
245 The Artist's Transformation Into a Detective
244 Infiltration and the Artist, Again
243 The Artist Thinks and Thinks and Thinks
242 The Artist Thinks and Thinks and Thinks
241 A True Culprit Behind the Artist's Poisoning
240 The Artist Learns of the Madam Liu's Pas
239 Amnesia and the Artis
238 The Artist Meets Her Birthmother
237 Bonus: The Crown Prince Drinks Vinegar
236 The Artist Deals With a Jealous? Business Partner
235 Hangover Soup and the Artis
234 The Artist Deals With Consequences
233 The Artist Proposes a Game
232 An Offer From the Artist For Some Soup
231 When the Artist Thinks Too Much
230 The Artist Has a Matchmaker Master
229 Tranquility and the Artis
228 The Artist, the Wine, the Poetry
227 What Information About the Artist?
226 Drinking With the Artis
225 Alcohol for the Artist, Again
224 The Artist Ponders, Ponders, and Ponders Some More
223 Finding out the Contents in the Artist's Stolen Box
222 The Artist Paints a Cow
221 More Oil Paint and the Artis
220 An Introduction to Oil Paint and the Artis
219 Unoriginal Chapter Titles and the Artis
218 Back to the Artis
217 The Last Memory Fragment of the Pas
216 The Shattering Memory Fragments of the Pas
215 The Darkest Memory Fragments of the Pas
214 The Fracturing Memory Fragments of the Pas
213 The Brightest Memory Fragment of the Pas
212 The Following Memory Fragments of the Pas
211 The First Memory Fragment of the Pas
210 The Artist's Courtyard's Truth
209 A Hot Bath and the Artis
208 Bribery and the Artis
207 The Artist, Physician Yang Edition
206 The Artist Awakens
205 The Exhausted Artist and His Dreams
204 The Artist, Nurse Edition
203 The Physician Diagnosed the Artis
202 The Artist is Innocen
201 Perhaps, the Artist Murdered Someone?
200 The Artist's Infiltration, 2nd Edition: the Yu Villa
199 A Lovely Disguise of the Artis
198 An Attempt of the Artist to Find the Young Master
197 The Artist Tastes the Food
196 Manual Labor and the Artis
195 Can the Artist Cook?
194 The Artist Becomes a Chef
193 Daydreams and Drunken Dreams of the Artis
192 The Artist Snatches Good Food
191 Theory Discussion and the Artis
190 An Artist's Infiltration, Phase Failure ?
189 An Artist's Infiltration, Phase Hiding
188 An Artist's Infiltration, Phase Two
187 An Artist's Infiltration, Phase One
186 The Artist Decides to Infiltrate
185 Poetry and the Artis
184 The Crown Prince Gets Along Well With People
183 The Crown Prince Has Too Many Plans
182 Two Difficult Men and the Artis
181 The Artist Only Cares for Good Food
180 Roasted Duck and the Artis
179 Way Too Many Gifts for the Artis
178 Contemplations and Worries of the Crown Prince
177 Too Many Gifts for the Artis
176 Observations of the Artis
175 The Artist, Moving Forward
174 A Story from the Little Artis
173 The Artist Amongst the Stars
172 The Artist Sits by the Fire
171 Stories For the Artis
170 Expedition of the Artis
169 The Artist Meets the Dog
168 Curses From the Artis
167 The Artist Screams A Lo
166 A Challenge for the Artis
165 The Artist Gives Advice
164 IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT 12/31/2019
163 More Cautious Ideas of the Artis
162 Heart of the Artist Feels a Bit Heavy
161 A Good Student: The Artis
160 The Artist Sketches and Ponders
159 Hangover For the Artist, Again
158 When the Young Master Runs Into the Master
157 The Young Master Never Drinks
156 A Drink With the Artist Under the Plum Blossoms
155 Wine Purchase of the Artis
154 The Artist Goes to Buy a Drink
153 New Perils of the Artis
152 Physician Diagnosis for the Artis
151 The Cruelest Memory of the Artis
150 The Artist, Drowning Once More
149 Beginning of the Artist's Wise Words
148 Painting Demonstration of the Artis
147 The Artist Becomes an Instructor
146 New Friends of the Artis
145 The Artist's True Masterpiece
144 Games and the Artis
143 A Long Conversation With the Artis
Chapter 142
Chapter 141
Chapter 140
Chapter 139
Chapter 138
Chapter 137
Chapter 136
Chapter 135
Chapter 134
Chapter 133
132 The Fourth Miss Tries to Get It Over With
131 The Fourth Miss is Not a Simple Beauty
130 What Correlation Between Transmigration and the Fourth Miss?
129 The Fourth Miss Picks Up the Pas
128 Actions of Others During the Celebration
127 Gift From the Crown Prince
126 A Disappointing Conclusion To the Fourth Miss's Day
125 Fear From the Fourth Miss
124 The Young Master, His Thoughts
123 The Fourth Miss's First Touch of Death
122 Walking By the River With the Fourth Miss
121 The Fourth Miss Celebrates Birthdays
120 Avoidance From the Fourth Miss
119 The Fourth Miss Teaches Again
118 What the Fourth Miss Did For Some Time
117 The Fourth Miss Admits to the Truth
116 The Final Truth For the Fourth Miss
Chapter 115
Chapter 114
Chapter 113
Chapter 112
Chapter 111
110 When the Fourth Miss Decides to Become a Tour Guide
109 The Fourth Miss Talks Things Ou
108 The Fourth Miss Blends in the Convention
107 Should the Fourth Miss Sell Her Work?
106 Speed Painting and the Fourth Miss
105 Yes, The Fourth Miss Paints
104 Meetings and Conventions For the Fourth Miss
103 Yang Villa Upgrades and the Fourth Miss
102 The Fourth Miss, a Coward
101 Bonus: Power Up, Agent Yang!
100 Inner Thoughts of the Fourth Miss
99 Senior Brother Chats With Fourth Miss
98 The School Head and the Fourth Miss
97 The Fourth Miss Starts a New Projec
96 Results of the Fourth Miss Negotiating
95 Negotiations and the Fourth Miss
94 Proving One's Identity to the Fourth Miss
93 The Fourth Miss Gets Her Feas
92 Is the Fourth Miss's Invention Great Enough?
91 A Nice Portrait From the Fourth Miss
90 The Fourth Miss Greets Her Master
89 For the Fourth Miss To Meet Her Future Senior Brother
88 The Fourth Miss Begins to Believe in Fate
87 Typical Mornings of the Fourth Miss
86 And the Winner of the Fourth Miss's Drinking Competition Is…
85 Settling the Fourth Miss's Issue With a Drink
84 Chats and the Such With the Fourth Miss
83 Is it Fate, Fourth Miss?
82 A Master-Teacher for the Fourth Miss
81 The Fourth Miss Enjoys Herself At the Festival
80 A Possible Back-Up Plan For the Fourth Miss
79 The Crown Prince Visits Some Old Acquaintances
78 A Product Pitch From the Fourth Miss
77 The Fourth Miss Sees Someone Familiar Again
76 The Fourth Miss Explores the Marketplace
75 Trust Issues and the Fourth Miss
74 When the Fourth Miss Learns of the Past Once More
73 A Stressed Out Fourth Miss
72 The Fourth Miss Becomes a Teacher
Chapter 71
70 The Fourth Miss Has a Nice Conversation
69 A Struggle of the Fourth Miss To Think of Excuses
68 The Fourth Miss Takes a Leisurely Walk
67 A Final Score For the Fourth Miss
66 The Fourth Miss Proceeds to the Rest of the Exam
65 Taking the Exam Along the Fourth Miss
64 An Attempt of the Fourth Miss to Enter the Academy
63 A Solid Disguise For the Fourth Miss
62 The Fourth Miss Asks Her Questions
61 A New Plan of the Fourth Miss
60 The Fourth Miss Reveals Her True Feelings
59 The Unbelievable Fourth Miss
58 In Which the Fourth Miss Demonstrates Her Painting Skills
57 Fourth Miss, Do You Paint?
56 Hui'er Explains Herself
55 Hui'er and Her Troubles
54 The Fourth Miss Counts Her Taels
53 A Miserable Fourth Miss
52 The Fourth Miss Remembers Old Memories
51 The Fourth Miss Starts Her Commission
50 To Go Commission-Painting With the Fourth Miss
49 The Fourth Miss Ponders Over Life
48 A Final Decision From the Fourth Miss
47 The Fourth Miss Learns Both Sides of the Story
46 Revealing the Truth to the Fourth Miss
45 The Fourth Miss Seeks for a Reason
44 A Simple Evening for the Fourth Miss
43 Fourth Miss, What's a Portrait?
42 The Fourth Miss Picks Up Painting Again
41 The Commissioner and His Thoughts
40 The Fourth Miss Begins Her Persuasion
Chapter 39
38 Hui'er Meets the First Miss Again
Chapter 37
36 The Fourth Miss Learns Under Hui'er
35 When the Fourth Miss Visits the Kitchens In the Middle of the Nigh
34 Dinner and Pencils For the Fourth Miss
33 The Fourth Miss Realizes the Truth
32 Fitting Wedding Robes For the Fourth Miss
Chapter 31
30 The Crown Prince Finds Something Familiar
Chapter 29
28 The Fourth Miss Learns of the Yang Family
Chapter 27
26 The Fourth Miss Meets Her Dear Family
25 Exchanging Apologies With the Fourth Miss
24 Lessons of Modesty For the Fourth Miss
23 The Fourth Miss Never Liked Walking
22 Master of Imitation: the Fourth Miss
21 Teaching the Fourth Miss Lessons
20 The Crown Prince Drinks Tea
19 A Dilemma For the Fourth Miss
18 The Fourth Miss Pathetically Runs Away
17 To Suffer More of the Angry Wrath of the Fourth Miss
16 To Suffer the Angry Wrath of the Fourth Miss
15 Which Imbecile Dares to Steal From the Fourth Miss?
14 The Fourth Miss Goes On a Shopping Spree
13 The Young Master Paints
12 The Fourth Miss Gives Up
11 Is the Fourth Miss Getting a Vacation?
Chapter 10
9 Taels For the Fourth Miss
8 When the Fourth Miss Searches for Alternatives
7 The Fourth Miss is a Fraud?
6 The Fourth Miss's Game Plan To Conquer the Markets
5 When Did the Fourth Miss Learn How to Draw?
4 This Fourth Miss Will Not, Can Not, Must Not.
3 The Intoxicated and Clearly Hungover Fourth Miss
2 Fourth Miss, Who?
1 Starry Nights, Dreamy Alcohol, and Lovely Pain
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