"Young Master, come with us!"
The two women, one on each side, wrapped their arms around Lu Ren's and left the bedchamber, entering a loft.
"Young Master, let the two of us help you change."
Miao Fang said softly.
Lu Ren frowned slightly, understanding what the two women meant. "You two can leave. I need to cultivate."
"Young Master, did we make you angry? With Her Majesty's temperament, if we fail to serve you well today, we're afraid we won't be able to bear the consequences!"
Xuan Yi said as well.
"Oh?"
Lu Ren was slightly startled. "Miao Fang, Xuan Yi, we have only met once. Yet you are willing to serve me willingly?"
"Young Master was accepted as Her Majesty's disciple, so your talent must naturally be extraordinary. And now, before everyone's eyes, you took Wang Qianchi away. This time, Fanyin Mansion will surely be dealt a severe blow, and Young Master will rise step by step in the future!"
"We live in these chaotic times. Three years from now, when the Heavenly Court attacks, no one will be spared. We only want to live. Only by becoming Young Master's women can we survive!"
Both women spoke.
In their eyes, love was utterly laughable. They worshipped only the strong, for only the strong could protect them.
Three years later, there would surely be a bitter battle.
"The only person you can rely on is yourselves, understand? Only by becoming strong can you survive. When disaster truly descends in three years, couples will scatter when calamity strikes—who will have the time to care for whom? Go cultivate. I will explain things to Master for you."
Lu Ren said.
The two women pondered for a moment and felt that Lu Ren's words made sense. Indeed, rather than relying on men, they