Chen Shi's head was a mess of wild thoughts. Could it be that he wasn't actually a pauper, that Grandpa was immensely wealthy with a fortune rivaling nations, and had left him endless riches?
Or perhaps just a short while ago he had been sleeping in a doghouse with Black Pot, only for the next moment to have a hundred thousand Spirit Transformation Realm soldiers kneeling outside the doghouse, welcoming him to Xijing to ascend the throne?
Might Grandpa have even arranged a betrothal for him, with dozens of stunning, peerless princesses actually waiting for him to grow of age and marry them?
Oh my!
He had no experience dealing with this sort of situation. If he encountered it, what should he do?
Ding Ding noticed the young scholar lost in a daze and hurriedly reached out to wave a hand in front of him.
Chen Shi snapped out of his daydream about dozens of stunning princesses and mused, "Madam Huali asked if I still remembered her. Could it be that during the last Wandering Daoists Assembly, I was still alive?"
He quickly spat twice. "Unfiltered child's words, boundless good fortune! Of course I was still alive! Sister Ding Ding, what else do you know about me and Grandpa?"
Ding Ding pondered for a moment and said, "The Madam didn't say much about you. She only mentioned the Young Master because she was injured and came to Mirror Lake Villa to recuperate. But she did say quite a bit about the Young Master's grandpa."
She lowered her voice. "I think the Madam might fancy the Young Master's grandpa. Whenever she mentioned him, her words were full of deep admiration. There might be a story between them!"
She was solemn and very earnest.
Chen Shi couldn't help laughing out loud. "Sister