What was ill-fated love?
It was a feeling unlike normal love, a bond that should never have formed, a seed that should never have sprouted in the first place...
But now.
He had artificially forced that seed to grow!
It was all the Matchmaker's fault. Why reward me with Pan Jinlian's Bamboo Pole of all things...?
What a sin!
"Shopkeeper Lin, a moment." Lin Bai had just left the City Lord's Residence when the voice of Mr. Zhao, the Scholar, reached his ears.
"Mr. Zhao, is something the matter?" Lin Bai turned, a card dropping into his palm, and the dazed Pei Yanzong appeared behind him.
At the sight, the Scholar's expression changed immediately. "So it was you, Lin Bai! What happened to the City Lord was your doing after all."
"Mr. Zhao, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Lin Bai looked at the Scholar and smiled faintly. "The City Lord has already forgiven Lao Mi. Are you still going to pursue the matter?"
"Lin Bai, I have followed the City Lord for over ten years. No one knows his temperament better than I do." The Scholar stared at Lin Bai, a bone-piercing chill radiating from him. "But after Lao Mi struck him with that short pole, his entire behavior became abnormal. He looked at Lao Mi as though he were looking at a woman, yet seemed utterly unaware of it himself. How is that any different from the people struck by your Love Bow? Do you dare say you had nothing to do with it?"
Lin Bai looked at the Scholar, pondered for a moment, and said, "Nothing."
"You..." The Scholar nearly choked. He glared furiously at Lin Bai. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"I am accelerating the integration of the Heaven-Sent Ones into Qian