What Ning Rongrong Thought

How could the future husband of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master be a commoner with no background?

Even if she was willing, the sect would never agree.

Even if the sect agreed, those affiliated families, those rivals, and those forces eyeing them like tigers would never let such an opportunity pass.

Zhu Zhuqing rose to her feet. Moonlight fell over her, casting a long shadow across the ground.

"Rong Rong," she said, looking down at Ning Rongrong with a serious, sincere gaze, "think carefully about what I told you today."

She turned and walked toward the courtyard gate.

After taking a few steps, she stopped again and looked back at Ning Rongrong.

"There's one more thing."

Ning Rongrong raised her head.

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was soft, yet every word fell clearly into her ears:

"Brother Xiao has always treated us well, never because of our identities. He gave us pills, taught us how to cultivate, and let us move in here because he regarded us as his own."

"Not because you're the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sister Yuehua is a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, or because someone is an abandoned daughter of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"You need to think this through as well."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Her footsteps gradually faded, disappearing into the night.

Only Ning Rongrong remained in Bai Lu Courtyard.

She sat motionlessly on the stone bench.

Moonlight flowed like water, spilling over her, the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and the empty stone table.

After a long while.

Ning Rongrong raised her head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky.

The moon was round and bright, casting down its cold, clear radiance.

Her gaze was somewhat