"Aunt Meng," Chen Zui called stiffly, though he looked utterly honest and well-behaved.
Bian Chunchou immediately bowed. "Yonglu Mountain disciple Bian Chunchou pays respects to the Shu Household Head." Thankfully, he had done his homework beforehand. If he called her Aunt Meng too, would that not be shamelessly trying to claim familiarity?
Yonglu Mountain? Wait, no—Bian Chunchou... that name sounded somewhat familiar.
And what the hell was Aunt Meng? Shu Jinze felt his entire being slowly crack apart. There were so many young men and women in the Shu Household—who would dare call the Household Head "Aunt" to her face? Was this brat courting death?
"No need for such ceremony. Since you are little Chen Zui's friend, you are a friend of the Shu Household." Shu Menghua wore blazing red robes. Though she bore no jade-green ornaments, and her Dharma robes were not as dazzlingly multicolored as those beside her, as long as she stood there, she possessed an endless, overwhelming majesty. "Shu Jinze, apologize."
"My apologies. I was presumptuous toward you both just now." Unexpectedly, he obeyed at once, and admitted his mistake with remarkable readiness.
Shu Jinze feared neither heaven nor earth; he only feared the Household Head turning cold toward him. The moment he finished apologizing, he fled faster than a swimming fish, terrified that if he vanished even half a moment later, the Household Head's great blade would come down directly on his newly purchased Dharma robes.
Still, the name Chen Zui also seemed rather familiar.
"Seventh Brother, why are you running so miserably? Don't tell me you caused trouble outside again?"
Of course Shu Jinze would not admit it. After a few exchanges, he could not help asking, "Third Brother, I ran into the Household Head at the entrance just now. She actually went out