"Master, do you want to hear the truth?"
"Of course."
Wen Xu said it was not very interesting. He even found it a little... boring. The games between aristocratic clans seemed no different from those played by the princes and nobles of the Mortal Realm.
Divine Venerable Cheng Wei thought, My disciple may have trouble with his eyes and cannot recognize people's faces, but he can tell at once whether a human or a ghost hides beneath their skin. Sometimes a mind this sharp is an obstacle to cultivation.
"Oh? Tell me."
"I don't understand love, but I can tell that the seventeenth young master doesn't like the Xia Clan's daughter nearly as much as people say. And the head of the Xia Clan doesn't cherish his daughter nearly as much as he claims. This wedding has been held with such fanfare that it certainly lives up to its name as an alliance between two cities. As for Young Master Yan, who came to steal the bride, he has no sincere wish to marry her. He only came to humiliate Xishan City."
"Does A-Xu feel sorry for the bride?" Put that way, the spectacle really was not very pleasant to watch.
"Not exactly. It's just..." Wen Xu knew what it was to be powerless. He had given everything he had and still failed to attain what he wished for, while someone else could have it at a reach, only to cast it aside like a worn-out shoe. He saw that same feeling in Xia Rui.
After this, whether the marriage went ahead or not, neither the Xia Clan nor Xishan City would suffer much harm. But life might become difficult for Xia Rui.
"As your master, I'd rather you were as carefree as your friend and simply enjoyed the spectacle."