A royally fucked-up atmosphere began to spread through Ziwei Pavilion. Ziwei nearly had a heart attack from fright. He had nodded in agreement too, and remembering Big Chef's words made him want to die. Wasn't that saying Gouchen and I were... that? Where the fuck was the justice in this?
There really was no justice. What he had meant and what he had said were clearly two different things. How could anyone jump to that conclusion?
Then what conclusion am I supposed to draw? The Queen Mother wasn't convinced. Anyone would think Matchmaker Yue had been slacking off again.
Qin Fen smiled strangely. This was one hell of a trap-and he had dug it himself on purpose.
It really was a huge trap. Gouchen, who had already fallen into it, was almost incoherent. Cherish the person in front of you, my ass! That line practically put the finishing touch on the whole thing, neatly explaining why the two of them had argued today. But they really weren't gay!
Ziwei looked utterly crushed. He slammed the table. "Are you sick in the head? What the hell are you saying?"
Gouchen no longer cared about the question Ziwei had asked earlier. A surge of solidarity against their common enemy rose within him. He shot to his feet and stared daggers at the screen of light. This bastard was fucking vicious! Was that even something a human would say? Relationship problems? Now he understood. Called someone else over? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Just thinking about the problem he had been agonizing over made Gouchen want to puke. Didn't that mean I was agonizing over a fucking homewrecker? I'm a dignified Imperial Lord, damn it! You've practically stripped me of my humanity!
"What the hell are you babbling about?" Gouchen