Xing Li Stood Up

In the end, Bai Jin still let Lu Bei off. They compared swordplay and painting, discussed dual cultivation, and studied sword manuals together, yet from beginning to end, she never mentioned She Xuan.

She simply took her time, moving a little slowly. It took three days before she finally let Lu Bei leave.

Before he departed, she gave Lu Bei an unfathomable look and muttered some strange things to herself.

"Once, there was a scholar. He and his childhood sweetheart were the envy of everyone around them. One said her hair would reach her waist, while the other said she would marry no one but him. The scholar went to the capital for the imperial examination and never returned. He married the daughter of an official family, and later..."

Bai Jin smiled at Lu Bei. "The scholar died."

"Junior Brother, do you know how the scholar died?"

"He was killed by the dog emperor!"

"No. He was pushed into a river by his childhood sweetheart and his wife working together, and drowned."

"..."

Lu Bei: ∑(O_O;)

He understood the logic. The problem was that, no matter which angle one looked at it from, She Xuan, who poisoned him in his daily life, fit the childhood-sweetheart role much better.

The daughter of an official family should obviously have been surnamed Zhu.

There was, however, a woman surnamed Bai—the matchmaker who had been tying the red thread, only to intercept the pretty-boy scholar halfway through.

Of course, a scumbag like him only dared think such things in his heart. He absolutely could not say them aloud. With a righteous expression, he left the studio, swearing that he would return to the sect to handle serious matters.

He never got the chance.

The oath about Heaven striking him with five thunderbolts was too