That evening.
In the kitchen.
Pei Yi sat before Ling Wuyuan. As she sprinkled all kinds of strange spices into the clay pot still simmering with fragrant meat broth, she complained to Ling Wuyuan in a somewhat helpless yet quite candid tone:
"I was wondering why Fourth Senior Sister's expression seemed a little strange—"
"So that was what it was."
"You had me thinking something especially unusual had happened—"
As Ling Wuyuan came clean to her about what had happened earlier, rather than blaming Ling Wuyuan and the others, Pei Yi's tone sounded more like she was lamenting Yao Yueyan's tendency to make a mountain out of a molehill.
It was such a small matter. Wouldn't it have been better to just say so?
You had me worrying for nothing!
Her tone was utterly casual.
Faced with that reaction, Ling Wuyuan naturally found it rather hard to continue speaking.
Before he could respond, he heard Pei Yi go on by herself:
"Come to think of it, since things have already come to this, why don't you just win over Senior Disciple Sister, Second Senior Sister, Fourth Senior Sister, and Fifth Senior Sister all at once?"
"Then they won't keep looking at Third Senior Sister, Seventh Junior Sister, and me with those strange looks—"
It was an extremely casual suggestion and complaint.
However.
Most importantly, Ling Wuyuan could tell that Pei Yi genuinely thought so. She was not being sarcastic.
Thus.
After a bout of frantic brainstorming, Ling Wuyuan replied:
"...I'll do my best."
Since things had already reached this point, he might as well stop overthinking things and drop the tactfulness.
After all.
Since even the women involved supported it, there was naturally no reason for him to refuse.
Besides.
In this world, the biggest fist was always right; there