"Humph, a re joke."
Mu Yunye coldly withdrew his gaze, turned past the corridor’s corner, and exhaled a disdainful breath through his nose.
His attendant had no right to enter the banquet and had been waiting outside the tower.
Upon seeing his master step out, he naturally followed closely.
"Young Master, do you truly intend to marry a lady from the Mortal World’s Capital as your wife? I have heard rumors.
That Miss Fang is known for her spoiled disposition, domineering nature, and unruly behavior. How could soone like her beco our Young Mistress?"
"Indeed, Young Master, moreover, you are betrothed to the Eighth Princess of Guyin.
If you marry Miss Fang, it ans we must completely sever our ties with Guyin. Have you... truly thought this through?"
Mu Yunye had never been interested in appreciating flowers or snow.
He walked alone to the Cold Pavilion, took a bamboo pole, cast a line into the icy lake, and began fishing gracefully with a calm gaze.
He coolly asked, "How would this sever our tie with Guyin?"
"Young Master mustn’t forget, the foremost condition to marry Fang Geyu is to beco a son-in-law of Shifang City!
You are the son of a Golden Immortal, born of noble lineage, destined for immortality since birth.
How could you lower your status and fall into this sordid mortal world, mingling with the mortal world?"
"Such a narrow view."
Mu Yunye replied indifferently, "Although Guyin is indeed beyond reach, heavens always compare to Shen Jibai.
But I know, throughout the Nine Heavens, none can claim to be a genius in front of Shen Jibai, including myself."
"Then, Young Master should grasp firmly onto Guyin, this..."
"Petty-minded!"
Mu Yunye raised his chin slightly, "The Guyin ruler is among Immortal Descendants, with descendants most prolific.
The so-called genius, Shen Jibai, before displaying his talent, was rely a neglected minor hostage left to the mortal world, ignored by all.
The Guyin ruler now has as many as twenty-three princes, and the number of princesses is innurable.
The Eighth Princess, ng Fang, is not of legitimate birth, though her maternal family, Ranyi, wields significant influence.
Yet she fails to garner proper regard from the Guyin ruler. Even though marriage with her would greatly benefit , there are limits to it.
Fang Geyu, however, is different. Shifang City always esteems won. She is the future master of Shifang, the most cherished granddaughter of the Lord of the Clock Hua Immortal Estate. More importantly..."
Mu Yunye slowly turned his profound and smiling gaze: "Fang Geyu, she is the rare one to be favored in the Empress’s eyes in a millennium."
"At nineteen, she already masters the Ten Directions Sword.
Consider that the previous owner of the Ten Directions Sword, though founding Shifang City in the mortal world, had unfathomable true strength!
Even bearing the destiny of a Golden Immortal Heavenly Official would not be too much.
Hence, Fang Geyu, though half-immortal by birth, has limitless prospects. She is worth abandoning the Eighth Princess ng Fang."
The attendant beside him bowed his head, seemingly not daring to et his ambitious gaze.
"But Young Master may overestimate Fang Geyu’s conditions. You also shouldn’t forget Shifang City’s... looming threat!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Yunye’s face remained calm. His deep gaze bore no negative emotions, yet his indifferent deanor exuded an unaccountable sense of pride.
"And what of it? This hidden threat, is it not a good thing for ?"
The attendants on either side could not understand his aning, their eyes widening: "Young Master, what do you an by that?"
Mu Yunye lightly flicked his wrist, casting the bamboo pole in a perfect arc. The fishing line flicked a droplet as a red koi leapt out of the ice.
It was an unknown but remarkable skill.
The koi, struggling mid-air, appeared to be fighting but voluntarily bit onto the sharp fishhook, tightly held by the fishing line, unable to break free.
The keen-eyed attendant lifted the prepared fish basket, catching the red fish as it was reeled in.
"If Shifang prospers, Fang Geyu remains the noble heir of a Golden Immortal, the Young Master of Shifang, unless a crisis arises.
Fang You needs to sustain the bloodline power of Lord Xue. Why else host this grand selection of suitors?"
His attendant’s expression subtly changed: "So, Shifang City’s crisis is indeed significant?!"
Mu Yunye’s gaze held a trace of rciless coldness: "The extent of Shifang City’s hidden crisis fire is irrelevant to . Even if the city succumbs to disaster, so what?
Fang You is but a minor character. Without Lord Xue’s favor, how could he achieve such greatness?
A fine Shifang City, in his hands, leads to such towering catastrophe. If Lord Xue were here, her daughter wouldn’t grant us such opportunities.
When contemplated, Fang You’s foundation is hardly clean.
Whether he lives or dies, it impacts Fang Geyu’s rightful value not at all.
What I desire... from the beginning has only been Fang Geyu!"
He swung the rod again, the hook as sharp as a blade, impeccably returning to the original ice mouth.
"Speaking of which, I owe much to Fang Geyu’s excellent father, who surely knows.
Shifang City is inescapable this calamity, urgently clinging to the expansive power of the Upper Pure Immortal Realm. If Fang Geyu bears offspring, continuing the bloodline, he is far from without recourse.
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