Unexpected, Not Unexpected, To Marry, Not To Marry

As soon as Qin Zhaoer finished speaking, her head went blank.

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!

Did I just say that?!

Although deep down I really didn't want to see him marry someone else.

But how could I possibly say it out loud!

What to do, what to do, what to do...

The next moment, she coughed twice, trying to find an excuse to get away with it.

"Marriage?"

Qin Wangchuan's voice fell first.

He glanced at her sideways, his expression unchanging.

"Eighth Sister, what wicked scheme are you plotting now?"

Compared to her panic, Qin Wangchuan was clearly much calmer.

After all, this woman is a notorious troublemaker; if she can say something like this today, she might say something even more outrageous tomorrow.

They assumed she was just having another strange idea and didn't take it seriously.

But when Qin Zhaoer heard these words, her heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly settled down.

The explanation that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back down.

Immediately afterwards, he straightened his back, puffed out his chest, and became quite smug.

"That's right! It's getting married!"

She spoke with an even more confident and assertive air than before.

"You know that already."

"My parents have been pressuring me to settle down for ages, throwing a bunch of random potential partners at me." (Actually, they haven't.)

"Those idiots, I can't even look at them without them disgusting me."

"But if we don't get married, the neighbors will gossip behind our backs."

"Besides."

"Our two houses are so close, and we're always so inseparable."

Qin Zhaoer pointed to herself, then to him.

"You think nobody outside is talking about it?"

"If we really break up, then things will be even more complicated!"

"So I thought, why don't we just get married? It's just for show anyway."

"Don't think I'm just acting on a whim."

"I've been thinking about this for a long time!"

She spoke these words with great logic and conviction.

And surprisingly, there's some truth to it.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept over Qin Zhaoer without changing his expression.

After coming into this world, he had no intention of forming a bond or getting married to anyone.

As for Eighth Sister's side...

Given her mischievous and unruly temperament, she probably wouldn't really fall for anyone.

Since they lived so close, he didn't care about the gossip outside.

But Qin Zhaoer is different.

Who knows when this person heard something unpleasant, got angry, and leveled the entire town.

The simplest way to avoid these troubles is to move to a different place.

But if we do that...

There will be even more things to worry about later.

It's convenient to just give someone a nominal title so outsiders can see it.

Only...

After all, she's the Eighth Sister.

After considering the matter, Qin Wangchuan shook his head.

Let's talk about it later.

"What do you mean, 'we'll talk about it later'!"

Qin Zhaoer became anxious upon hearing this.

"Isn't this a great thing? Just to make a show of it and shut up the gossip."

"How convenient!"

"We'll talk about it later" is indeed true.

Qin Wangchuan continued swinging his hammer, his expression calm. "Eighth Sister, you don't actually have any other ideas, do you?"

"How is that possible!"

Her beautiful eyes widened, and she almost jumped off the stool.

To prove that she had absolutely no ulterior motives, she simply walked up to Qin Wangchuan and openly looked him up and down.

"It would be better if we were in the Immortal Court."

"Look at you now, all skinny arms and legs—"

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Qin Zhaoer's voice unconsciously softened.

Back in the Immortal Court era.

She had never truly looked at Qin Wangchuan so closely from this distance before.

Now that we've taken a closer look...

Why.

It's not that she has skinny arms and legs.

The shoulder line was much sharper than she had imagined.

With each swing of the hammer, the force of the wrist caused a taut line to appear on the forearm.

Her gaze followed downwards, and further downwards.

Without realizing it, I actually reached out and touched it.

He's quite robust.

She thought to herself, "It's not as slender as it looks."

I was just about to touch it again.

"Alright."

Qin Wangchuan pressed down on her outstretched hand and gently moved it aside.

"Who knows, Eighth Sister, you might take a fancy to someone else someday."

"So let's talk about this later."

Qin Zhaoer pouted; blocked by him, she couldn't possibly move closer.

"I wouldn't."

She snorted and reluctantly moved back to the small stool.

Instead of immediately quieting down, she rested her chin on her hand, a serious look appearing in her eyes.

The person I like.

"He's no ordinary person."

Qin Wangchuan brought the iron hammer down steadily, sparks flying, and responded casually.

"Oh?"

Qin Zhaoer immediately perked up when she saw him respond.

"I'm telling you."

"That person must be standing at the very top."

"The kind of power that no one can suppress throughout history."

"The whole world."

They all have to be at his feet!

As she finished speaking, a hint of arrogance lingered on her face.

It felt as if I was giving a shout-out to the person who hadn't yet shown up.

The hammer slammed down, sparks flying.

Qin Wangchuan brought his hammer down steadily, pondered for a moment, and then answered seriously:

"That's quite a difficult request."

"That's it!"

Qin Zhaoer puffed out her small chest, looking completely matter-of-fact.

Qin Wangchuan paused for a moment.

"I thought that since you, Eighth Sister, like to boss people around, you would prefer someone who is obedient."

"Obedient?"

"That's so boring!"

Qin Zhaoer crossed her arms, her face full of disdain.

"Being meek and submissive is the most boring thing."

"What I say goes, and what I tell you to do, you do."

"He didn't put up any resistance at all, he was like a block of wood."

"I don't like that kind of thing."

I just like it--

He was only halfway through his sentence.

She suddenly stopped, raised her eyes, and her gaze fell meaningfully on Qin Wangchuan's face.

"A tougher stance."

"That would be best."

"Can you control me?"

"Things were fine up ahead, "Qin Wangchuan said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Keep you under control?"

"That might be even harder than reaching the very top."

"What kind of talk is that!"

Qin Zhaoer retorted, glaring, "How is it difficult?"

Qin Wangchuan brought his iron hammer down again.

You never listen to me.

"If you want me to obey, the only way is probably to use force."

As he spoke, his mind raced.

My thoughts drifted back to many years ago.

At that time Ye Jianwei had just returned to the Qin Clan, and Qin Zhaoer was also very distant from him.

Think about it carefully.

It seems that their relationship only gradually grew closer after he gave her a good scolding.

The thought flashed through my mind.

Qin Wangchuan stopped thinking about it and swung his hammer again.

Qin Zhaoer, after hearing this, didn't rush to refute it.

She whimpered and shifted her body, then discreetly touched her own bottom.

It was as if she had remembered something from the past.

A long time.

She muttered something under her breath:

"That's not necessarily a bad thing."

After saying that, Qin Zhaoer didn't say anything more.

She sat back down on the small stool, resting her chin on her hand.

Sparks leaped, the hammer struck again and again.

The boy's silhouette was illuminated and blurred in the light.

Qin Zhaoer kept watching, and it's unclear how long she watched.

Although today's incident was unexpected, it has already been brought to the forefront.

Instead, a weight was lifted from her heart.

Whether you get married or not.

No rush.

Anyway, in this world, it's just the two of them.

No one in the entire world could be closer to him than she was.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Qin Zhaoer lowered her eyes, and the corners of her lips subtly curved into a smile.

I don't know how much time passed.

"Laugh--!"

A soft sound.

Qin Wangchuan finally stopped wielding the iron hammer.

He lifted the sword that had just been quenched in water and glanced at it.

It's done.