’If one day soone truly threatens Qingmiao Palace, just send Zhu Nanzhi to Wandao Sect.’
Xiao Yinruo reached out to rub Nanzhi’s head: "You knew to co back back then."
"You are my Master." Zhu Nanzhi said sweetly.
Xiao Yinruo smiled and withdrew her hand, though there was so worry in her heart.
Why does her good friend also like that boy!
Wanyu can help Qingyue, even going so far as to personally intervene.
And herself?
How can she fully support her good disciple?
Zhu Nanzhi didn’t know her Master’s worries, she just turned back to say to Mu Qingyue: "My pressure cos from Senior Mu, because you also like Brother Jin’an."
"But this kind of pressure isn’t bad; it shows just how much I like... husband, Jin’an."
She leaned forward slightly: "Senior Mu, don’t you agree?"
Mu Qingyue ’looked’ at Zhu Nanzhi, suddenly feeling enlightened.
She should consider ’mother’ as a competitor and openly express this!
"I understand." Mu Qingyue straightened her back: "You’re right, one must rely on oneself."
She gave Zhu Nanzhi a slight smile: "I know how to speak to my mother now."
Zhu Nanzhi nodded with satisfaction; this was the reaction she wanted from Mu Qingyue.
This way, Senior Pei could not forcibly push her husband towards Mu Qingyue.
Without this pressure, her husband would have less stress, and since they know each other well, he would surely side with her, hmm hmm~
’I’m so clever~’
Zhu Nanzhi thought with pride, as she looked at Mu Qingyue and continued: "Senior Pei will definitely support you."
Mu Qingyue thought her mother would certainly support her, after all, her mother also liked Junior Brother.
Wouldn’t her mother be eager for them to grow closer instead?
Thinking this, Mu Qingyue turned her ’gaze’ as the invited guests began to enter, followed by Wandao Sect’s higher-ups and direct disciples entering the main gate of Taiyi Hall.
Mu Qingyue raised her hand to wave at Lu Jin’an, who was just about to say sothing to his fellow disciples, but they enthusiastically urged him over.
Lu Jin’an helplessly smiled and walked towards Mu Qingyue and Zhu Nanzhi.
At that mont, Zhu Nanzhi rembered she hadn’t asked Mu Qingyue to sit on the other side so her husband could sit in the middle.
So she hurriedly turned to look at Mu Qingyue, who also ’looked’ at her with a smile, concisely saying: "Competition."
Zhu Nanzhi felt sowhat helpless; had she said too much earlier?
Thinking this, she glanced over to the other side of Mu Qingyue, where a junior sister from Qingmiao Palace was sitting.
Zhu Nanzhi’s eyes lit up and she quickly waved: "Junior Sister Rongqing..."
Just as she spoke, a voice suddenly interrupted her, causing Zhi’s expression to freeze—
"Jin’an, sit by your Master."
Not only Zhu Nanzhi was stunned, but also Mu Qingyue and Xiao Yinruo.
’What does Mother an by this?’
Mu Qingyue slightly furrowed her brows, knowing that apart from Qingmiao Palace, no other sect’s direct disciples sat beside their elders.
’What does Wanyu an by this?’
Xiao Yinruo looked at her elegantly poised friend and couldn’t help but recall her friend holding Lu Jin’an naked this morning.
In such a setting, is there really a need to keep the disciple so close? Doesn’t she understand to give young people so space?
’Is Senior Pei worried that Senior Mu can’t compete with , so she won’t let my husband sit here?’
Zhu Nanzhi bit her lip gently; Senior Pei really liked to help her daughter too much!
She suddenly felt a sense of being ’isolated and weak.’
She wasn’t afraid of Senior Mu, but faced with Senior Pei, she felt powerless.
Because Senior Pei was her husband’s Master, with that identity, and in this setting, her husband definitely wouldn’t want to defy Senior Pei.
Sure enough—
Lu Jin’an, after briefly hesitating, looked at his Master, then smiled apologetically at Nanzhi and Qingyue, before heading towards the deep purple-clad Pei Wanyu.
"Master." Lu Jin’an looked at Pei Wanyu with curiosity, wondering if his Master had sothing to say.
"Just sit." Pei Wanyu glanced at Qingyue and Nanzhi without a trace, then gave Xiao Yinruo a aningful look.
Once her good disciple was seated, Pei Wanyu gently turned, her outer garnt’s wide sleeves brushed over Lu Jin’an’s chest and then covered his lap and hands resting on it.
As she sat quietly, Pei Wanyu maintained her usual composed deanor, appearing to others as if she had sothing to instruct her disciple about.
Lu Jin’an, feeling his Master’s garnt soft against him, grew more curious.
But since his Master said nothing, he simply stared at the table.
The Deputy Sect Master level table was longer and could accommodate two people, though unavoidable contact was inevitable.
Pei Wanyu, hands painted with red rouge, placed them on her lap, feeling her good disciple’s slightly tense body, and her eyes glinted with amusent.
What mischief could she be plotting?
She just wanted to foster a closer ntor-student bond.
Opposite them, Xiao Yinruo glanced at her disciple’s now cold expression, and sighed deeply in her heart.
With that woman opposite, how could Nanzhi possibly contend?
’If she weren’t my friend, it’d be different, but alas, Lu Jin’an is indeed her disciple.’
Looking at her disciple, Xiao Yinruo spoke softly: "Wanyu probably has sothing to discuss with Lu Jin’an, don’t overthink it."
Zhu Nanzhi nodded: "I understand, Master."
After all, her ’making the daughter compete with her mother’ plan was already successfully underway, so what did it matter if her husband sat with his Master?
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