The sky had taken on an eerie leaden gray. Dark clouds blanketed it, and fine sleet mixed with goose-feather-like snow drifted down in flurries, settling on the roofs and trees of the temple as though the whole ground had been clad in silver.
Xia Wu, dressed in black, and Ying Pei, wearing a pale-colored palace gown, stood before me. The pressure they gave off was far stronger than I had imagined.
I had originally regarded him as nothing more than Black Eyes, so I had never expected him to become an elder today. For a moment, I couldn't fit myself into the situation. Ying Pei seemed to notice my hesitation. She smiled at me, then reached out to stroke my shoulder, speaking softly in some ancient language. Though the words sounded awkward to me, I could more or less make out their meaning.
The results of studying the ancient language for a year had been pretty good, but these were words I would rather not have understood.
"What's the matter? You don't have to be so polite with him. You're both wives already, so what's the problem? Xijun definitely can't be a concubine. No matter where she is placed, she has to be a secondary wife." Xia Wu sounded somewhat displeased.
"Things involving feelings can't be forced too much. I can tell that he likes Xijun, and Xijun also likes Yitian very much..." After spending some time with me, the coldness had faded considerably from Ying Pei's face. She was still very kind to me.
"If you like her, marry her. Why all the hesitation? I don't see you being indecisive when you handle things normally. What's going on today? Xia Yitian, do you think you can act without restraint just because your Grandmaster is here, and that you can