Chen Zixiu curled his lip, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop as he muttered unhappily, "The Bright King is something else. She didn't want to marry herself, and now Chu Xin Chu Ran is only repeating her old path, yet she's over there grumbling about it."
Bo Xian'er sighed softly, her hands folded over her chest as she said helplessly, "At the end of the day, our Chen Clan does owe them."
Chen Zixiu shook his head, a hint of defiance between his brows. "Can that really be blamed on us? Back then, when their imperial family saw our Chen Clan in trouble, they weren't even willing to lend a hand."
Bo Xian'er waved her hand gently and explained, "It's not as if you don't know the rules behind that Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the imperial family. Girls can't marry out. Chu Xin just happened to run into that very matter."
"Still, within the Royal Branch, they had room to choose, yet they chose to grow old alone."
Chen Zixiu nodded, his brow gradually relaxing. "Mm, you're right."
His eyes suddenly widened, his face full of surprise. "Wait, that's not right. How come I didn't know? Since when were you and the Bright King so close?"
Bo Xian'er snorted, the corners of her lips curving into a playful smile. "Close? When I was traveling back then, I ran into her a few times. We couldn't stand each other, and nearly came to blows. Though she was about ten years older than me."
When Chen Zixiu heard that, his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg. He said in astonishment, "I couldn't tell. So the two of you had a past like that."
Bo Xian'er's almond eyes went round as she glared at him and clasped her hands