"Big Sister Dizhao! Hurry, hurry, hurry... Tell my fortune too and see if you're accurate!"
A group of girls surrounded Dizhao, chattering noisily as they demanded fortunes.
Dizhao's head was about to split. She simply could not understand how these girls' minds worked. If they had not been Jiang Che's women... she would not have spared them a glance.
When the Ancient Heavenly Court had still existed, she had been rather withdrawn and quiet. She did not like talking much, and had only one close friend, an immortal known as the Lunar Star Lord. But she too had vanished into the river of history along with the fall of the Ancient Heavenly Court.
She had severe social phobia, yet she had run into a whole pack of socially fearless girls.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Jiang Che's voice rang out.
"Husband!" Dizhao immediately ran to Jiang Che's side.
"Wan'er, did you take the lead in bullying her?" Without bothering to distinguish black from white, Jiang Che directly pinned the blame on Yu Wan'er.
"You—" Yu Wan'er gritted her teeth. Though she was small, her heart was broad. She endured it!
"No!" Dizhao spoke up. "Husband, I was bored, so I took the initiative to chat with them."
Jiang Che gave the girls a look, and they instantly understood.
"Husband, why would you rather touch that wicked woman than touch me?"
Dizhao posed a question from the depths of her soul, her face utterly serious.
"Uh..." Jiang Che's mouth twitched. Was this girl getting jealous this quickly?
Jiang Che had a very clear understanding of himself. Although Young Master Jiang was incomparably handsome and possessed heaven-reaching methods, he was not narcissistic enough to believe that a daughter of the Heavenly Emperor like Dizhao would fall in love with him at first sight.