Yaoyue patted her small chest, speaking with utter seriousness.
Huh?
Gu Fengchen wondered if he had misheard.
He had thought she would try to persuade him not to kill Liu Ling, but what was this turn of events?
"When you dealt with Liu Ling just now, I saw everything. There's an indifferent tyrant hidden in your eyes, a butcher who fears neither heaven nor earth. Our imperial family needs someone like you! So, do you want to join the Jia Ma Imperial Family? From now on, I'll grant you wealth and glory."
A tyrant? A butcher?
The corner of Gu Fengchen's eye twitched slightly as he fought the urge to carve out a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment with his toes.
Damn.
Could this eccentric Yaoyue actually be a Chūnibyō?
And clearly a terminal case—completely beyond saving.
Yaoyue looked at the somewhat dazed Gu Fengchen and continued, "Chen Fenggu, I believe most strongly in a select few elites. The more I think about it, the more I feel you should join us. We're all one in ten million; naturally, we should gather together."
Tone it down, miss. Your Chūnibyō level is about to hit the limit.
Damn it.
Gu Fengchen interrupted her and said helplessly, "Fine, I won't kill Liu Ling, alright? Little Princess, actually..."
Gu Fengchen pulled Yaoyue aside and whispered, "Actually, your sister Yaoye and I are good friends. But don't tell anyone about this, or your sister will spank you!"
"Ah?!" Yaoyue jumped in fright, then lowered her voice as well. "You know my sister?"
"If you don't believe me, ask your sister when you go back whether she knows someone named Gu Feng. Then you'll know whether I lied to you."
"Alright, I get it." Yaoyue nodded.
Fortunately, though Yaoyue was somewhat Chūnibyō, she still knew what mattered.