Volume 9 Chapter 38 Yiren’s Views

Shen Yiren wrote in silence, blocking out the past, present and future, after Ming Feizhen left until she noticed she wrote a line wrong. She circled the mistake and wrote again, but the more she wrote, the more irate she grew until she snapped her brush. She stared at her brush for a while before hurling it at the ground. In contrast, she meekly pressed a hand to her forehead and let out a long sigh.

If one judged Shen Yiren from her behaviours alone, they might perceive her as a violent individual who’d erupt at any given moment or challenge authority whenever it inconvenienced her. In truth, she was a lot more collected than they imagined. Labelling her unbridled was thoughtless because there was no way she wasn’t cognisant of her position relative to everyone else in the imperial court if one was to remember she began her career at twelve years of age. When Ming Feizhen made her snap, it almost drained her to bite back.

Shen Yiren was conscious of her body’s state, especially her long-term insomnia and headaches that started in puberty and worsened correspondingly with her workload, since imperial doctors examined her at fixed intervals annually. Naturally, then, she was aware of how proficient Ming Feizhen was in the medical field.

Although Shen Yiren was right-handed, she couldn’t be indifferent to her left hand’s condition for balance is integral for martial artists. She didn’t seek to excel in the world of swordsmen, so she didn’t endeavour to be as proficient as she possibly could with her right hand, accepting the reality that she would never be among the greatest swordsmen.

On the more human side, nobody could lose a hand and casually brush it off as, “Meh, just one hand less.” Shen Yiren was equally vulnerable to the trauma of losing a hand, but she was Shen Yiren. Plus, there was no time for her to mope about it. Alas, the stress that came as part of the fronting parcel compounded her insomnia condition.

Shen Yiren minded Ming Feizhen’s background; she wasn’t as tolerant and hearty as she might appear. Despite tacitly acknowledging Ming Feizhen’s exceptional competence, it never crossed her mind that he was a direct disciple of Mount Daluo or their head disciple.

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