How did this marriage come about? Don't you, the matchmaker, have any idea?
Yue Huanjiang looked embarrassed, lifting his folding fan to hide his flushed face. He had thought Xiang Yuan was merely talking, never expecting him to drag things along by force and make this marriage happen.
Whenever he thought of his pure and flawless master trying on wedding gowns these past few days, Yue Huanjiang was wracked with guilt. And because he had never refused, that guilt grew threefold heavier.
Worthy brother, you have truly made your elder brother suffer!
Yue Huanjiang grumbled inwardly, but fearing Qu Rou might hear and go home to give him the cold shoulder, he did not dare say it aloud.
Before he had even brought his wife through the door, he was already complaining about the marriage. That really would not be appropriate.
Though he had all sorts of helpless reasons, Yue Huanjiang still had to thank Xiang Yuan. Out of brotherly loyalty, the latter had released Qu Rou and Elder Lian Song, and had also taken rather good care of Qing Zhuying.
Previously, because their races differed and the human race and Demon Race bore irreconcilable grudges, Yue Huanjiang had concealed his identity. He had always been somewhat restrained around Xiang Yuan, afraid that once his identity was exposed, they would not even be able to remain brothers.
Now that his identity had been revealed and they faced each other in their true forms, he actually felt much more at ease.
As for White Cloud Manor being struck from the ranks of the world's foremost powers, with all its holdings returned to the Heavenly Sect, Yue Huanjiang did not care. He himself disliked conflict, and he also disliked the Demon Race lurking among humans. He thought leaving like this was quite