At this moment, up on the main hall, Xue Zhi finally recovered her wits from that overwhelming, oppressive majesty, and finally realized what Su Shuanghe had just done. She looked up at the back of the man ahead, remembering clearly how yesterday, when she recounted Cheng Jishi's actions, this very same person had declared that a dignified powerhouse bullying entertainers lost all standing. Yet now, doing the exact same thing himself, he somehow remained completely at ease... What sort of sense did that make?
Right, if he weren't such a person, why bother keeping a mistress and stooping to such cheap behavior?
She lowered her gaze to look at the intricate and magnificent patterns on her collar, the taste in her heart ultimately dissolving into a single sigh:
Cold Smoke, if you truly cannot escape this ordeal, the two of us sisters will simply have to support each other in the days to come.
Yet even after a dozen breaths, Cold Smoke still gave no response, nor did Mr. Yu.
Xue Zhi was, after all, a cultivator of the upper Step-Void stage, and she could hear the voices belonging strictly to those two coming from the grand assembly down below the main hall, where they had become the focus of everyone's attention:
"I toast Mr. Yu a cup, and I'd also like to ask the master a word—when you chose me back then, did you ever think of today?"
"Chosen is chosen, fate is fate, how could there be any other thoughts?"
Hearing this calm and detached whisper, Xue Zhi clenched her fists within her wide sleeves, her breathing stopping involuntarily.
Back when she walked away without looking back, in her daze she had also imagined such a warm yet resolute scenario, only to treat it entirely as an unrealistic