Gifts, Homecoming

The three women hadn't even started their New Year's Eve dinner. Instead, they stared blankly at the pile of rouge and face powder Wang Xian had set on the table.

There were also silk scarves in all sorts of colors. At a glance, it was clear they hadn't come from Jinling Imperial City.

After dividing the gifts among the three women in front of him, he placed two other gifts before Li Dalu.

With a faint smile, he said, "One is for Martai, and the other is for Wang Furong... Tell her I don't have an older brother, so nobody is my sister-in-law."

Then he turned to Tang Shisan with a smile. "Don't guess. You definitely couldn't find this in the Southern Border, either. There's only one like it, from heaven to earth. And don't come looking for me again."

After what they had experienced on the Heavenly Road, even if the sky fell before her eyes, Tang Shisan wouldn't be surprised.

She gently stroked the silk scarf in her hands and sniffed the fragrance of the rouge.

With a sigh, she smiled. "I wonder which young woman will be lucky enough to meet you?"

Meng Xiaolou let out an "Oh," then tilted his head and asked, "Wait, that stuff you use to make women happy—did it come from the Ninth Heaven?"

Hua Mantian laughed helplessly. "My senior brother hasn't been to heaven. He doesn't seem to have that kind of ability."

Long Qingmei lowered her head and fell silent.

For no reason, a trace of loss welled up in her heart, tinged with bitterness.

Suddenly, she remembered joking once that if Wang Xian helped her break through her realm and survive the tribulation, she would wait ten years and then marry the man before her.

But she hadn't expected