Below it was another densely packed blurb: Everyone in the Xuanxu Sword Sect knew that Sword Venerable Zhenxiao was aloof and refined. Until one day, a young disciple accidentally saw him pinning his newly accepted direct disciple in a corner and kissing her, his eyes bloodshot. "Afraid of me, hmm? Call me Master, and I'll give you my life."
Zheng Weiqi said, "This is the hottest storybook lately. It tells of the tangled love and hate between a cold-hearted, stone-faced, beautiful Master and a mischievous female disciple who loves getting into trouble. It's absolutely worth reading."
The blurb was so painfully on the nose that Ning Ning nearly died of secondhand embarrassment. She managed a reluctant, "...No thanks."
After thinking for a moment, she added softly, "I've read a story with the cold-hearted Master and the troublemaking little disciple before. The main characters were Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong. I wonder if Senior Sister has ever heard of it?"
Zheng Weiqi shook her head. "I haven't really read many storybooks. I've never heard of the one you mentioned."
The two female disciples who had been lingering in front of the stall earlier had disappeared. Ning Ning skimmed over the miscellaneous books and storybooks, her gaze coming to rest on the rouge and face powder in the corner.
In the original plot, the original Ning Ning had harshly criticized these cosmetics as shoddy and beneath her, openly falling out with Zheng Weiqi on the spot and making an enemy of her from then on.
She was supposed to do the same.
But in the original story, [Ning Ning picked up a box of rouge and sneered, "This is made of lime, isn't it? Put it on and you'll look like you're headed for a ghost wedding."]—that scene...
With so many odds