He Pingsheng tilted his head back and asked, "You're not angry?"
"What good would getting angry do?" The Great Order Wisdom King curled her lips. "Su Zhenzhen isn't your only woman. There's your Senior Sister, and there's Zhou Qingmei too!"
He Pingsheng thought it over!
His Senior Sister Qiao Huizhu certainly counted.
But Zhou Qingmei shouldn't count, should she?
The several times he had tried to do the deed with Zhou Qingmei, they had all been interrupted!
"Master!" Just then, Immortal Maiden Zi Qing's voice came from outside the door. "Immortal Maiden Mu Han of the Nine-Colored Tribe is here again. She says she wants to have a proper talk with you-a calm, reasonable talk!"
"Master, do you want to see her?"
"Or should I just send her away?"
Inside the Great Hall, the Great Order Wisdom King, who was portioning out tea, went pale with anger and slammed a hand onto the wooden table. "Get lost... tell her to get far away from here!"
He Pingsheng was astonished.
He had never seen the Great Order Wisdom King lose her temper like this!
She really was furious.
Outside, Zi Qing said nothing.
A few breaths later, she spoke again. "That... might not be very appropriate. After all, we're all part of the Peacock Tribe. It wouldn't be good to let relations become too strained!"
"Shameless things! As if I'm afraid of straining relations!"
"Forget it... tell them I'm feeling unwell!"
"Oh, right... if they still refuse to accept it, they can take their fuss to the Hundred Feathers Association. Don't make a scene here!"
"Yes, Master!" Zi Qing withdrew.
He Pingsheng quickly stood and walked over to the Great Order Wisdom King, rubbing her back a few times to soothe her anger. "What's wrong?"
"You're so angry. Who bullied you?"