Little Luan Mountain Blessed Land.
Mo Hua walked into the courtyard, clutching the marriage "Flower Roster" Jiang Yingluo had given him, his mind heavy.
In the elegant courtyard, Bai Zixi sat at a table drawing an array.
Xiao Ju was nowhere to be seen. At this hour, she had probably gone to tend her orange tree again.
Her orange tree was thriving and seemed close to bearing fruit. Xiao Ju was beside herself with joy, spending all day crouched beside it and watching for any big bird foolish enough to peck at it.
True Person Rong was not in the study either. Mo Hua did not know where she had gone.
For the moment, the whole courtyard was quiet.
Mo Hua entered, saw his Junior Martial Sister, and quietly went over to sit beside her.
Sensing his presence, Bai Zixi stopped drawing and turned to look at him. "What did Zhaozhao say to you?"
Mo Hua found it faintly incongruous that his Junior Martial Sister called Jiang Yingluo "Zhaozhao." The Earth Sect Senior Martial Sister seemed to wield considerable authority in the sect, and she was striking, forceful, and somewhat imperious.
Mo Hua handed Bai Zixi the Flower Roster from his sleeve.
Bai Zixi took it. The roster was full of beauties of every shape and charm, each lovely in her own way, and she leafed through it with interest.
Then she looked up at Mo Hua in surprise.
"Senior Martial Sister Jiang wants me to find a Dao companion and marry into an Aristocratic Clan," Mo Hua said outright.
Bai Zixi's heart gave a small leap. A glimmer passed through her beautiful eyes as she asked quietly, "And what do you think?"
Mo Hua shook his head. "How could I agree..."
"You don't want to marry into an Aristocratic