Of course, jokes were jokes, and play was play.
What needed to be said still had to be said.
At most, it could wait until everyone had finished laughing.
Whether it was Xiao Yan, Lu Yuan, or even Yao Lao, none of them had any particular thoughts about Xuan Yi's scolding. After all, before Xiao Yan and Lu Yuan had transmigrated, they had both had parents. In traditional Chinese upbringing, getting one's ears tugged while being scolded by one's mother was practically commonplace. They might have been afraid of it as children, but once they grew older, they treated it as background noise. What truly carried deterrence was their father pulling off his belt. Therefore, Xuan Yi's scolding felt to Xiao Yan and Lu Yuan like a mother scolding her sons. Though they were not actually mother and sons, from every known angle, Xuan Yi had every right to scold them. Lu Yuan had indeed failed to write, and Xuan Yi had been handling Xiao Yan's troubles here. Otherwise, those interested parties would have turned Starfall Pavilion upside down long ago. Yao Lao and Wind Venerable could handle such matters too, but when it came to relationships, they really were not in a position to offer advice.
For example, Cao Ying had come to visit.
She wanted to speak with Xiao Yan.
After all, whatever agreements the elders made—
Such as a Marriage Contract—
Whether she, as a junior, accepted it was important.
And Xiao Yan's attitude was important as well.
Thus, although they could neither alter nor stop whatever agreements their elders had made, these juniors could still compare notes among themselves. Did they have those kinds of feelings for each other? If they did, what should they do? If they did not, what should they do instead? When