Chapter 131
"This..."
Looking at Dong Mugong before him, Matchmaker frowned deeply, somewhat troubled. "This... um..."
The two were seated in the flower hall of a side palace within the Matchmaker's Palace. Dong Mugong leaned sideways, taking the initiative to move half a body length closer.
Matchmaker was very familiar with such gestures. Anyone who came to ask him to handle something while not wanting others to know would instinctively act this way.
And more than that—the way Dong Mugong handed over a treasure pouch, the evasive look in his eyes as he spoke...
Matchmaker knew them all too well.
But the request Dong Mugong had made today was truly unheard of, leaving Matchmaker in an extreme dilemma.
If it were merely tying an ordinary red thread, given Dong Mugong's identity, status, and seniority, Matchmaker certainly would not dare refuse. Losing a few merits would be no great matter.
But...
"Matchmaker, can you give me a definite answer?"
Dong Mugong asked in a low voice, his eyes carrying a trace of helplessness.
"Dong Mugong," Matchmaker cupped his hands and said solemnly, "to be frank, this little immortal has indeed tied red threads for others before. But that was because the two red threads were already close, and both sides had a bit of that intent. Only then could they be tied together.
"This little immortal has also cut red threads for others. But that was because the clay figurines on both ends were struggling away from each other, and the red thread was on the verge of breaking. I merely gave them a clean end.
"But this little immortal absolutely cannot do something like cutting all the threads of the Marriage Clay Figurines clean.
"That is the fate of a lone star cursed by heaven. There must be heaven-shaking karma