The National Preceptor's Residence.
At that moment.
Ji Mingyue looked at the family before her and silently gave herself a pat on the back.
That should win Jiang Ning's family over!
She felt rather pleased with herself.
Just then.
A gentle breeze swept past.
Su Qingying appeared beside Jiang Ning in a pale green dress.
Her dark hair fell loose to her waist, droplets of water sliding down its ends.
Clearly, Su Qingying had just bathed.
What an astonishing technique! Jiang Ning marveled inwardly at the droplets falling from her hair.
At the speed she had arrived, the rushing wind should have dried every last drop from her hair.
Yet water still gathered at the ends of her hair and dripped down, defying all common sense.
The sophistication of her technique struck him as unfathomable.
"Princess Seventeen," Su Qingying said evenly when she saw Ji Mingyue.
"Greetings, National Preceptor." Ji Mingyue met her gaze and bowed slightly.
"What brings Princess Seventeen to my residence?" Su Qingying asked.
"To formally meet my brother and sister-in-law, then escort Inspector Jiang to the Abyssal Gathering, where he's been invited," Ji Mingyue said.
"Sister-in-law? What's going on?" Su Qingying turned to Liu Wanwan, her expression shifting slightly.
Before Liu Wanwan could answer, Ji Mingyue smiled faintly. "Inspector Jiang and I agreed to marry long ago, in private. His brother and sister-in-law are mine too!"
Su Qingying fell silent for a moment.
"Oh, don't just stand there, you two! Come in and sit down. We'll all have dinner together in a bit!" Liu Wanwan broke the deadlock.
The words Su Qingying had been about to say went back down her throat.
She glanced at Jiang Ning and casually touched her stomach.
The gesture made Jiang Ning's heart jolt.
He remembered what she had muttered earlier.