Nantian Wufang? The Demon Cult's Left Envoy? Guan Fangyi happened to catch a bit of it while eavesdropping.
In truth, whenever she saw Yuan Gang secretly muttering about something with Niu Youdao, she itched to press her ear right up against them and listen in.
They happened to be close by now, all on the waterside terrace. How could she possibly resist eavesdropping?
Upon learning that the man had arrived, Niu Youdao also glanced at Guan Fangyi.
Guan Fangyi immediately pretended she had not been listening. She took Shang Shuqing's hand and whispered into her ear, though who knew what she said that left Shang Shuqing blushing furiously.
Niu Youdao fell silent for a moment, then tipped his head in indication. Without a word, Yuan Gang turned and left.
"What are you two talking about?" Niu Youdao turned back and asked with a smile.
Guan Fangyi said disdainfully, "Women's business. Why's a grown man like you poking your nose into it?"
Shang Shuqing's eyes held a trace of shyness.
Niu Youdao smiled but said nothing. Both hands rested on the Precious Sword planted before him as his gaze swept across the reed beds swaying in the wind. Then, in neither a loud nor soft voice, he said, "Matchmaker, there's something I want to tell you, but I don't know whether I should."
Guan Fangyi gave an oh and said, "Listen to you. If you want to say it, say it. If you don't, there's nothing I can do about it." Yet her habitual curiosity could not be changed, especially when Niu Youdao was making such a rare show of hesitation. It only made her more curious, and she could not help asking, "What is it? Go on."
Niu Youdao said, "There are some things I don't know whether I did