Tie Qingyao's face surfaced in Qing Chen's mind, and he felt something subtle stir within him. After two hundred years, it seemed he was about to have another grand wedding.
As for Zhao Ningyi's earlier warning, what did he have to fear?
He lifted his teacup and took a sip. "We'll naturally meet on the day of the ceremony. We'll have a lifetime together to get to know each other. There's no rush over these few days."
Tie Zhan glanced at him and smiled. "Heh, you certainly know how to keep your composure."
Qing Chen smiled without speaking. If he couldn't keep his composure, he could just go practice Red Dust Heart Refining.
Besides, too many matters had weighed down on him lately.
Emperor Jingtai, Qiu Qiansha, Yan Moyou, the Iron Household, Qin Jundi, the Yinghuo Grand Void Dream Seal, the Primordial Spirit Fruit-any one of them was enough to rob a top Nascent Soul True Lord of restful sleep.
Compared with those, what did romantic attachments amount to? They were merely a chess piece for strengthening his ties with the Iron Household.
All three were satisfied with the meeting. Before leaving, Tie Ce took out an iron-colored Jade Talisman and handed it to Qing Chen.
"This is an elder's talisman of the Iron Household. With it, you can issue orders directly to our forces throughout Great Jin."
Qing Chen put away the Jade Talisman and said solemnly, "I'll remember that."
Tie Ce nodded and left with Tie Zhan.
Standing before the manor gates, Qing Chen watched the Iron Household's carriages descend the mountain. Only after the last glint of armor vanished into the clouds and mist did he turn and return inside.
From that day onward, the winds in the Capital City shifted once more.
Qing Chen did not