The biggest headache was that Xu Yi had poetry blades and lyric swords. One wrong move, and they could end up infamous throughout the land. They had already given up on climbing to the top by stepping on Xu Yi's shoulders.
As for Wu Xiuxian, who hated Xu Yi to the bone, he had made up his mind to seize both Yu Zixuan and Yi Bingwei, insult them in the most despicable ways, and make recordings to send to Xu Yi. Nothing less would sate the hatred in his heart.
"What are you doing here? Go back at once. This is my family matter. Don't get involved."
Director Yu urgently sent him a thought, and ripples stirred in her heart.
When she had agreed to Wu Xiuxian's request for a Dao companion, Yuwen Tai had not pressured her. Half the reason was her desire to repay a debt of gratitude; the other half was that he wanted to bring Yi Bingwei and Wu Xiuxian together.
She could see it clearly: Yi Bingwei had already fallen hard for someone, but because she was there, Yi Bingwei had kept retreating again and again. Pure-hearted and deeply attached to Yi Bingwei, she had decided to make the match and bring them happiness.
Even so, she could not ultimately erase the feelings in her own heart. Now, as Xu Yi rushed into the pavilion, a sour taste spread through her. But when she savored it, she found a hint of sweetness mixed in.
Xu Yi sent her a smiling thought. "It's not the first time I've meddled in your family affairs. Years ago, I fought my way through mountains of corpses and rivers of blood so you wouldn't have to marry that scoundrel. You've forgotten, haven't you, little sister?"
At the mention of the