How would someone react if they heard that they were about to have a stroke of romantic luck?
Whether man or woman, most people would immediately head out to search for the peach blossom meant for them.
Some would be so excited that they could not sleep or eat.
Some would temporarily set aside the path of cultivation... After all, the saying "I envy only mandarin ducks, not immortals" had not been invented out of thin air.
Some would tremble with nervousness, then run off to find the friend they trusted most...
Only one kind of person would neither laugh nor cry, without even the slightest reaction.
Wang Xian was clearly the last kind.
After listening to Bao Xiaoqin ramble on for so long, he showed no reaction at all, not even the faintest ripple of emotion.
The woman, whom he had not seen for many days, looked at Wang Xian in confusion. Was this fear? Or anger?
Or had he fallen into complete despair because he could not be a man?
Naturally, Wang Xian would not tell her what he was thinking.
So he could not even be bothered to react, merely staring blankly ahead.
He gazed absently at the woman's enchanting, captivating face, like spring blossoms.
Then he walked beneath the osmanthus tree in the courtyard and stared blankly at the golden goblet on the table.
He reached out and picked up the golden goblet, bringing it close to sniff. Thankfully, his sense of smell remained, and a faint scent of wine still lingered at the bottom of the cup.
Fuck!
This was Dongfang Yun's cup. The Sage had brought out two golden goblets for the wine, yet in the end, he had only left one behind for him.
"Do you have any wine?"
Wang Xian asked instinctively,