Qin Jiuge let out a snort of laughter. "You're going to help me?
Help yourself first."
"Hehe, looking down on me?
Young man, you truly don't understand a single thing.
You should know that when I was young, I wore brocade caps and sable furs, held a yellow hound in my left hand and a goshawk in my right, with countless beauties at my side and romances beyond number.
Think carefully—did this old man's title of Refining Master really fall into my lap so easily?"
After Ouye Zi's lengthy speech, Qin Jiuge did not hesitate. He immediately cupped his hands, bowed deeply, and said, "Master above, please accept this disciple's bow!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Ouye Zi immediately burst into smug laughter.
But he did not take Qin Jiuge's words seriously. It was merely the affection between an old man and a young man who had become friends despite their age difference.
He simply laughed it off.
The two arrived at Wutong Pavilion within the imperial city.
Before the gates of Wutong Pavilion, Ouye Zi calmly revealed his secret. "Ignore them."
Hearing this, Qin Jiuge's face was full of shock. Then his expression became even more complicated, carrying a trace of disbelief.
"Just ignore them?" Qin Jiuge asked.
"Yes, that's right. Just ignore them." Ouye Zi nodded, giving a firm answer. Then, shaking his head, he continued expounding his supreme philosophy of life. "The ancients once said that only petty men and women are hard to raise. Draw women close and they grow insolent; keep them distant and they resent you.
"So leave them hanging for a while. Those who should come back will always come back.
"And the only women by your side whom you truly need to care about are your first wife, Xiao Yan, and your second