Chen Zixiu curled his lip, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as he grumbled, "That Ming King really is something. He didn't want to marry, but now that Chuxin and Churan are merely retracing his old path, he's complaining about it."
Bo Xian'er sighed softly, folding her hands over her chest. "At the end of the day, our Chen Clan still owes them."
Chen Zixiu shook his head, a trace of defiance between his brows. "Can we really be blamed for that? Back then, when their Imperial Family saw our Chen Clan fall on hard times, they wouldn't even lend a hand."
Bo Xian'er waved a hand gently and explained, "You know perfectly well the rules surrounding the Imperial Family's Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Their girls aren't allowed to marry outside the family. Chuxin ran straight into that very problem."
"Still, they had other choices within the Imperial Family's branches, yet they chose to grow old alone."
Chen Zixiu nodded, his brow gradually relaxing. "Mm, you're right."
His eyes suddenly widened in surprise. "Wait a minute. How come I never knew about this? When did you and the Ming King become so close?"
Bo Xian'er snorted, a teasing smile curling her lips. "Close? I ran into him a few times during my travels back then. We couldn't stand the sight of each other and nearly came to blows, even though he was a dozen or so years older than me."
Chen Zixiu's mouth fell open wide enough to fit an egg. "I never would've guessed you two had that kind of history."
Bo Xian'er's almond-shaped eyes widened as she glared at him and brought her hands together. "What do you know about women? Stop making wild guesses."
At a loss for words, Chen Zixiu could only scratch his head