From the moment Jiang Lu began speaking, You Xi and Chen Cheng had stood rooted to the spot, staring in disbelief as she hoodwinked—no, persuaded—Mu Xiaoqing.
Junior Sister Jiang usually seemed so sweet and perceptive. Who knew she had such a silver tongue? Her knack for reading hearts and steering thoughts was even more practiced than that of the Joyful Union Sect disciples, who specialized in the arts of the seven emotions.
The two exchanged a glance. Amusement and astonishment shone in both their eyes, and the same thought rose in their minds:
The Medicine King Pavilion was wasting her talents.
With a mind as sharp as Jiang Lu's, she would be a top prospect if she joined the Joyful Union Sect. Its elders would fight over her.
Before long, the Joyful Union Sect might even hear about this and come all the way to the Medicine King Pavilion to snatch her away!
That was a sight they would welcome. Hehe.
If the Joyful Union Sect stole someone from the Medicine King Pavilion, they could just steal someone back. How clever they were.
As they mulled this over, Jiang Lu caught the two unusually intense gazes fixed on her.
She tilted her head slightly. Her eyes curved with a smile, clear and innocent, as though untouched by the dust of the world. "Senior Sisters, do you think what I said makes sense?" she asked gently and earnestly.
Both women stiffened. They hurriedly tucked away the Spirit Slips they had quietly taken out, plastered warm, sincere smiles on their faces, and nodded along. Their voices sounded perfunctory and deeply earnest at once.
"It makes sense! Perfect sense!"
"Every word was spot-on! So perceptive! As expected of Junior Sister Jiang. You're so young, yet you understand people's hearts and feelings so thoroughly.