"All right, all right, don't cry anymore..."
On the high platform, Xiang Yuan held Shang Qingmeng, whose eyes were reddening, in his arms. As he cursed that cheap maid for seducing his disciple's man, he explained that he had merely played along with the scheme in order to practice his skills and help support the household.
The effect was mediocre. Shang Qingmeng's eyes only grew redder.
Seeing how adorable Fairy Shang was, Xiang Yuan put away his teasing thoughts and switched to showering her with secondhand sweet nothings—wholehearted devotion, mutual love—and earned a string of snorts from her. She once again brought out that line of reasoning about a fairy maiden remaining untouched by mortal dust.
Her reddened eyes had absolutely nothing to do with Xiang Yuan. It was because that cheap maid had refused to mend her ways and tarnished Sword Heart Studio's fine reputation. As its current sect master, she saw it with her own eyes, and it pained her heart.
As for the former sect master, Sword Venerable Su Ran, she had already run off.
Before leaving, she had even said that husband and wife were birds of the same forest, each flying away when disaster struck. Using Xiang Yuan as a shield, she sent him flying with a kick toward Shang Qingmeng.
There was nothing for her to feel embarrassed about. She had already given herself to Xiang Yuan, so he ought to take responsibility.
As for when she had given herself to him...
According to Sword Venerable Su Ran, she really had given herself to him. Xiang Yuan simply had not accepted.
In short, just answer this: had she given herself to him or not?!
Sword Venerable Su Ran's moral bottom line rose and fell without warning; flexibility was her specialty. When it came to