The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 125

The climate in Yunzhen was indeed much more comfortable than in Rongcheng. After tidying up their room, Xia Mingtang suggested going out for a walk.

In response, Qin Yan humbly said, “I think this is my first time here. Tangtang knows which places are fun—why don’t you take me to see them?”

At this moment, she was, once again, playing the role of someone with amnesia.

Xia Mingtang saw through it but didn’t expose her. Instead, she took on the role of tour guide.

Even though she had only lived in Yunzhen for a little over a month, and spent half of that time cooped up in a room with this person, she wasn’t familiar with many of the sights. But since Qin Yan was pretending to have lost her memory, this was a perfect opportunity to revisit some familiar spots.

The first stop on this revisiting tour was the West Suburban Park, where Qin Yan had once forced her to stand on the plum blossom stakes.

At this season, the park was much busier than before, and even watching the monkeys required queuing.

Fortunately, Xia Mingtang’s goal this time wasn’t the monkeys. She pulled Qin Yan along the mountain path to the natural lake dotted with plum blossom stakes.

Her choice of this location had a bit of personal motivation. She had never forgotten the grudge from when Qin Yan had tricked her into coming here for “devilish training.”

The mountain path was rugged. Having had little exercise for a while, Miss Xia was exhausted just reaching the lakeside.

In contrast, Qin Yan showed no redness in her face, no heavy breathing, and her eyes sparkled as she seemingly admired the lake seriously.

“So, this is the place with the style you like? Do you like the lake, or the plum blossom stakes?”

Xia Mingtang gave a sly smile.

“Neither. I like watching you… practice martial arts on these stakes.”

“Huh?” Qin Yan turned her head, genuinely puzzled.

Xia Mingtang propped her chin on her hand and delivered her rehearsed line.

“Before you lost your memory, you brought me here to show off your balance. Isn’t that a bit narcissistic?”

Qin Yan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if recalling something. “Was that really the case?”

But now, playing the role of a trustful wife with amnesia, she couldn’t directly deny it. She had to follow along with Xia Mingtang’s words.

“Well… I guess it was a bit narcissistic.”

Xia Mingtang was delighted by Qin Yan’s reluctantly self-critical expression and continued.

“Back then, you were narcissistic and arrogant. But don’t worry, I won’t hold that against the current you.”

“Heh, Tangtang is really generous,” Qin Yan said, laughing, her smile a little strained.

At this moment, Xia Mingtang lightly patted Qin Yan’s shoulder—giving a little scolding, then a sweet reward.

“Although you were narcissistic, your martial arts skills are still excellent. Your movements are graceful, as if moving without wind, with a masterful aura.”

Xia Mingtang spoke sincerely—she had been impressed by Qin Yan’s skills, though not here, but back in Meishan when she had seen her flawlessly subdue an assassin.

Qin Yan’s expression brightened at these words. Her eyebrows arched in pleasure. “If you want, I can teach you.”

“No!” Xia Mingtang waved her hands frantically, adamantly refusing.

She had tried to learn before and gotten herself into trouble. Afraid Qin Yan might insist, she spoke rapidly, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

“I’m not cut out for martial arts. I just like watching others perform. But since we’re here, why don’t you go up and show off—oh, I mean, get some practice?”

Xia Mingtang pointed to the high and low stakes in the lake, finally revealing her true intention after much preamble.

Qin Yan was silent. Meeting Xia Mingtang’s eager gaze, she found no reason to refuse.

She surveyed the area. There were a few scattered visitors, none paying much attention.

Step forward or back, nothing could go wrong.

To maintain her current persona, she took a deep breath and lightly stepped onto the tallest stake like a crane spreading its wings.

Today, Qin Yan had worn a fitted shirt and trousers. Her usually raven hair was tied up in a bun, making it convenient to move.

The stakes were chained in the lake and not very stable; most adults would wobble if they stood on them.

But Xia Mingtang knew Qin Yan wouldn’t fall. Her body seemed magnetically drawn to the stakes. Every step, jump, or landing was effortless.

The white silk shirt clung to her body with the wind, accentuating her elegant movements.

To an ordinary person, standing on such unstable stakes would be dangerous, but Qin Yan moved as if walking on solid ground.

Flips, jumps, backward bends—her expression remained calm throughout, as casual as someone doing morning exercises.

Initially, Xia Mingtang had asked her to perform partly as a prank. But now, she found herself completely captivated.

Qin Yan’s martial arts, performed like a dance, was utterly mesmerizing.

The impromptu “performance” ended with warm applause.

Qin Yan stood on the central stake, looking around. More visitors had gathered without her noticing.

Some praised, “She’s so cool!” Others wanted selfies or even autographs.

Qin Yan had never imagined that at thirty-one, she would enjoy “celebrity treatment,” and all because her wife had forced her to perform on the lake.

How should a nineteen-year-old, amnesiac Qin Yan react?

This was a highly technical question, with no precedent.

Fortunately, she didn’t need to handle this directly.

Xia Mingtang had transformed into Qin Yan’s manager. She blocked the overly enthusiastic visitors while escorting her back.

“Sorry, we’re not performers here.”
“No plans to debut.”
“No selfies, the kid’s shy.”

At thirty-one, being called “shy” by the nineteen-year-old persona, Qin Yan couldn’t help but smile at her little fox, sweating from protecting her.

Holding her close, Qin Yan slid backward and lightly ran to a higher spot, giving the illusion of flying.

Cheers and applause erupted behind her.

Once in a small grove, they finally escaped the eager crowd.

Although Xia Mingtang had been carried along by Qin Yan, she still had her feet on the ground and was panting heavily.

Now that the situation had calmed, she could speak again, post-factum.

“Was it really necessary to run like tigers were chasing us just for a signature or a selfie?”

Qin Yan found a clean rock, laid some paper, and had Xia Mingtang sit in her lap.

“I was just maintaining your ‘shy’ persona. If you don’t mind, I could go back and sign autographs now.”

Though she said this, she showed no intention of getting up.

Xia Mingtang, comfortably nestled, hummed softly.

“Hmph, I don’t mind you signing or taking pictures. I just worry that if you get upset, you might flatten everyone there.”

“Am I really that fierce?” Qin Yan rubbed the little fluffy head in her arms.

This made Xia Mingtang pause.

Right, the person with her now was the nineteen-year-old Qin Yan. Though a bit childish and dramatic, her temper wasn’t bad.

Since Qin Yan was pretending to have amnesia, Xia Mingtang went along.

“Not that fierce, I guess,” she said, letting her head wobble in Qin Yan’s palm. “Then I’ll just admit it—I’m not being cynical. I care about you.”

Qin Yan wrapped one arm around Xia Mingtang’s waist and held her face with the other.

Looking into her smiling eyes, Qin Yan’s lips curved.

“Tangtang isn’t cynical; Tangtang cares about me.”

Tsk, such flattery.

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