Qin Yi watched helplessly as three or four hundred heads turned stiffly like robots, all staring at Xi Yue in perfect unison.
Those gazes practically carried a pleading flavor, hoping Palace Mistress Xi Yue would say, "Insolence," and then blast this man to dregs...
But they were disappointed.
Though Palace Mistress Xi Yue did not blush bashfully, neither did she fly into a rage and drive him away. She merely met Qin Yi's eyes in silence, her gaze calm yet carrying a trace of aloof majesty. "If you can do it, I'll marry you."
Inside: ^_^, don't laugh, ah, so embarrassing.
The Daoists were utterly dumbfounded. "Ah, this..."
Xi Yue said flatly, "What is there to be shocked about? Qin Yi and I have feelings for each other too. Is that not allowed?"
"Huh???"
Xi Yue leaned lazily against her chair's armrest, her tone still as calm as drifting clouds and a light breeze. "I am at No Form, long since beyond the constraints of rules, and I have no worldly shackles either. Nor do I fear mediocre folk pointing fingers behind my back. Originally, neither Minghe nor I needed to answer to anyone. Is there a problem?"
The Daoists' jaws nearly dislocated. Even if they had objections, they could no longer say them...
If the "Form" in No Form could be interpreted as face, then there really was no problem...
Xi Yue continued lazily, "But in the end, we are one sect. A sect has its rules and traditions. As the one who established those rules, I should preserve that tradition. If I myself casually broke it whenever I pleased, the sect would become a heap of loose sand... So there must ultimately be an explanation and a reason for breaking tradition, rather than simply doing whatever I like...