"What are you looking at?"
Cui Hui turned her head and saw Cui Zhi wearing a rare expression of discomposure.
Thinking something serious had happened, she had just taken two steps toward him when Cui Zhi guiltily put away the secret letter and said awkwardly, "It's just a minor matter in the clan. Don't worry."
Hearing him guard himself against her, Cui Hui scoffed. "Whether it's big or small, matters within the Cui clan are none of my concern."
Being the Cui clan's matriarch wore her out.
She was sick of all those petty, trivial matters.
Seeing the relationship they'd only just managed to mend grow strained again over a single secret letter, Cui Zhi cursed Shen Zhongli under his breath. That woman was a damn genius. She called it a martial arts contest to find a husband, but in reality, she was kidnapping people to make them do slave labor for her. The people Cui Zhi had sent weren't particularly strong, but compared to the wandering knights who roamed the jianghu, they were still more than a match. And even they had fallen into her trap!
Now they were stuck in the mire, forced to toil under her thumb.
Just listen to that. What kind of person did such a thing?
There were only twelve shichen in a day, yet she made these Martial Gall Warriors work for eleven of them. It was absolutely deranged.
Cui Zhi had been in charge of the Cui clan for years. Apart from his first marriage, nothing had ever left him so thoroughly defeated. This was the first time he'd learned what it meant for a meat bun to go after a dog and never come back. The mangy dog didn't even feel bad—it shamelessly ran off with the bun!
Smack!
He gathered