Re-entry to Zhao Residence, Meeting

Hearing Mistress's words, Zhao Ping'an, who had just sat down, shot up in surprise and asked.

He wasn't even eighteen yet! In his past life, that was underage. Even in ancient times, people got married and had children early, but this was too rushed.

"What are you so excited about? It's just a meeting, whether it works out is another story. The tailor just delivered the clothes, wear a new set tomorrow and go to the Zhao Residence with me."

Zhao Xiuyun pressed her hands down, signaling Zhao Ping'an to sit, and said softly.

"Zhao Residence? Who is it?"

Zhao Ping'an obediently sat back down and asked curiously.

"My second brother's daughter. Born to a concubine, she's seventeen this year, about your age, pretty, and has a cheerful and lively personality. I'm telling you, be energetic tomorrow morning! That's all..."

After Zhao Xiuyun introduced her, she drank the water in her hand and hurriedly left.

Clearly, she had only come back to inform Zhao Ping'an.

"Mistress! What time do I go tomorrow? How do I get there?"

"I'll send a carriage to pick you up tomorrow, just get ready and wait!"

Zhao Xiuyun answered without looking back and then left.

Soon, Butler Fu brought Zhao Ping'an the two sets of clothes custom-made by the tailor.

"I can't escape the fate of being pushed into marriage even after transmigrating to another world! But? Marriage? Heh heh... That's impossible in this lifetime."

After Butler Fu left, Zhao Ping'an closed his room door and looked at the brand-new clothes on the table, shaking his head and sneering.

Clearly, his experiences from his previous life had made him lose all interest in women.

Zhao Ping'an stopped thinking about it. He would just go through the motions tomorrow.

"It's a shame there are no iron pillars here, so I can't practice the Golden Armor Technique."

Zhao Ping'an muttered and resumed practicing God Slaying Saber Strike.

With his current four cultivation techniques, martial arts, and Qinggong, he lacked a training ground and an iron pillar for his physical body. He could only practice his saber during the day and meditate to absorb the world's spiritual energy in the morning and evening.

Time unknowingly passed until the next morning. After waking up early to absorb the world's spiritual energy for an hour, Zhao Ping'an ate breakfast, changed his clothes, and continued to meditate to absorb the world's spiritual energy.

After all, he couldn't practice his saber in new clothes and then show up smelling of sweat, embarrassing Mistress.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

"Young Master Ping An, Miss sent someone to pick you up!"

Zhao Ping'an, who was meditating with his eyes closed, absorbing the world's spiritual energy, was suddenly startled awake by a knock on the door, followed by Butler Fu's voice from outside.

"Hoo..."

"Got it, I'm coming right over!"

Zhao Ping'an let out a long sigh and replied loudly.

Then he quickly got up, tidied his clothes, and walked towards the door.

Outside the main gate of the Zhao Residence, a luxurious carriage pulled by two horses stood quietly.

A large "Zhao" character on a prominent part of the carriage indicated its origin.

"Please get in, Fourth Miss is waiting."

The driver was actually a Martial Artist at the Houtian seventh level. He sat in front of the carriage without moving. When he saw Zhao Ping'an, he directly lifted the carriage curtain with one hand, signaling him to enter.

Although this level of cultivation was enough to be an elder in the Blazing Blade Sect, to Zhao Ping'an at this moment, he was just an ordinary person.

However, others didn't know his cultivation. He was just a Warrior now. For the driver to personally lift the carriage curtain for him was already a sign of respect.

"Yes, alright."

Zhao Ping'an nodded and slipped into the carriage.

After he sat down, the Martial Artist cracked his whip on the horse's hindquarters with a "snap."

In a small courtyard within the Zhao Residence, a girl of sixteen years old was looking at her mother with displeasure, her face practically screaming resentment.

"Mother! Are you really going to marry me off to this Zhao Ping'an?

I went to the Blazing Blade Sect these past two days and asked around. That Zhao Ping'an was just a dying beggar before, only accidentally taken in as a junior disciple by my Fourth Aunt and her husband. His talent for martial arts is terrible, and he's only a mere Warrior so far. Following him, I might as well die!"

This was Zhao Huixin, who was about to meet Zhao Ping'an. However, like Zhao Ping'an, she was clearly unwilling.

"Presumptuous! You only know his shortcomings, but do you know yourself? As a concubine's daughter, apart from being able to bear the surname Zhao, everything else about you has nothing to do with the Zhao family.

You have no right to inherit any family fortune, and you have to live by looking at others' faces every day. Even your status in the academy is several levels below others, let alone your food, clothing, and daily expenses.

Marrying Zhao Ping'an is an opportunity. You only know that his martial arts are poor and his background is lowly, but the status of a direct disciple of the Blazing Blade Sect is worth more than everything you, a concubine's daughter, possess.

Besides, why would your Fourth Aunt take in a beggar?

Years ago, when the couple went out for a stroll, they accidentally ran into enemies. Although they fought their way out, their only child was hit by a stray arrow. Unexpectedly, the arrowhead was highly poisonous...

And this Zhao Ping'an looks very much like their child who died back then!

So, marrying him offers benefits you can't even imagine!"

Hearing her daughter's words, Wang Wenxiu looked at her with a mixture of disappointment and anger.

Having struggled and scraped within a wealthy family like the Zhao residence for nearly twenty years, she had long lost the naivete she had when she first married into a prominent household.

She had come to one conclusion: relying on oneself was better than relying on others.

And marrying the right person was the most secure backing a woman could find for herself; everything else was just superficial.

"But... Mother, I'm only 17, I..."

Zhao Huixin still wanted to protest.

"No buts. You will meet them today, whether you want to or not. And don't think they'll necessarily fancy you; you know your own situation better than I do!"

"Let's go, they'll be here any moment!"

Wang Wenxiu glanced at the sky and stood up to leave.

Zhao Huixin stomped her foot and followed.

At this moment, Zhao Ping'an had just walked into a small courtyard within the Zhao residence. It was also filled with exotic flowers and plants, all meticulously maintained.

This small courtyard was the residence of the Mistress, Zhao Xiuyun, within the Zhao family estate.

"Ping An is here, good, you look well. Come, sit and have some pastries while you wait. Huixin will be here shortly.

Oh, right, her name is Zhao Huixin. Her mother is coming with her, so you should address her as Auntie. Don't be disrespectful."

Upon seeing Zhao Ping'an led in by a maid, Zhao Xiuyun's eyes lit up, and she began to praise him.

Clothes make the man, and with his custom-tailored clothes, Zhao Ping'an appeared significantly more spirited.

"Yes, Mistress."

Zhao Ping'an nodded obediently and sat down at the table in the center of the courtyard.

Not only was this place secluded, but Zhao Xiuyun had also sent all the servants away.

About fifteen minutes later, a woman who looked just over thirty, like a ripe peach, entered with a girl who resembled her by about sixty percent.

Although the woman was the concubine of Zhao Xiuyun's second elder brother, making her technically Zhao Xiuyun's sister-in-law, the moment they met, the woman, whose name Zhao Ping'an didn't know, bowed and greeted his Mistress along with her daughter.

But the first glance Zhao Ping'an caught of the girl made him frown deeply.