Chapter 1088: Chapter 1089: Xiao Fang in Despair
After arriving at the reception hall, the dicine Saint asked little Fang to pour tea for the guests.
Zhou Ziqing was considered his good friend. Many of his transactions with the Wudang Sect were done through Zhou Ziqing, so such an important guest’s visit needed to be handled properly.
Little Fang dared not disobey her master’s command, so she brought a teapot to pour tea for Zhou Ziqing and Mu Xueqing.
However, seeing the red-dressed woman and the striking red gifts, she felt uneasy, as if sothing significant was about to happen.
After sitting down, the dicine Saint curiously asked, “Brother Ziqing, with such grand gifts and a beautiful bride in red, what are you up to?”
“Brother Guangming, everything is thanks to your good disciple!”
Zhou Ziqing from the Wudang Sect cut straight to the point without wasting words.
“Oh? What do you an by that?”
“Your good disciple has sullied my disciple’s reputation. If this matter is not resolved, how will my disciple face anyone in the future? Therefore, I am here to propose marriage on behalf of my disciple.”
“Clang!”
Just as he finished speaking, a sound of pottery breaking echoed.
The broken item was the teapot. Little Fang, who was pouring tea for Zhou Ziqing, was so startled by his shocking words that her hand shook, and she could no longer hold the teapot filled with hot tea, causing it to fall and shatter on the ground.
Hot tea splashed on Zhou Ziqing’s foot, causing him to beco furious: “You clumsy maid, why are your hands and feet so uncoordinated?!”
“Elder, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t an to! I…” Little Fang hastily apologized, utterly terrified.
“Sorry, what sorry? Hurry up and clean this up for .” Zhou Ziqing harshly scolded.
At this point, the dicine Saint couldn’t bear to watch any longer and intervened on Little Fang’s behalf: “Brother Ziqing, please forgive her. My disciple is naturally clumsy; let her go!”
He understood why Little Fang made a mistake, as no woman would feel good hearing her partner was planning to marry another woman.
“This is your disciple?”
Zhou Ziqing was a bit surprised; the dicine Saint letting a direct disciple serve him tea showed a high level of respect.
“Yes!” The dicine Saint nodded in acknowledgnt.
After receiving this confirmation, Zhou Ziqing changed his serious deanor and gently apologized: “Young lady, I’m sorry, my tone was harsh just now, please don’t take it to heart.”
He ca to seek help from the dicine Saint, thus he needed to maintain a humble attitude; moreover, he owed the dicine Saint a favor and didn’t want to lose face.
“It’s alright!”
Little Fang lowered her head, then squatted down and rolled up her sleeves, about to clean Zhou Ziqing’s foot.
The fault was hers, so she had to take responsibility for her actions and must not let her master lose face.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziqing hurriedly bent down, stopping her: “Hey, hey, hey! Young lady, you mustn’t, you mustn’t. Doing this would put , Zhou, in an awkward position. I am friends with your master, I won’t make things difficult for you.”
“Elder, I was at fault first, so I need to bear the consequences.” Little Fang insisted on cleaning Zhou Ziqing’s leg of the tea.
Zhou Ziqing hastily stopped her: “Stop, stop! I won’t hold this against you, so you needn’t worry about it; it’s just a bit of hot tea, hardly enough to hurt an old man in the True Master Realm like , I was rely joking with you.”
“Hehe! Right, Little Fang, there’s no need to feel guilty, it’s fine!”
Her master had spoken, and Little Fang didn’t want to persist any longer to prevent making everyone uncomfortable, so she returned to the dicine Saint’s side.
Mu Xueqing, sitting next to Zhou Ziqing, also got slightly splashed by the hot tea, but she remained composed, as this was not her territory after all.
Looking at the woman in pink clothing, she noticed that the other seed to be burdened with worries, unclear about what had transpired.
Seeing the position where the woman in pink stood, combined with her identity, she suddenly recalled sothing.
After returning from the small world, she went ho and looked into Lin Yifan’s background, discovering he had four wives; one of them was his senior apprentice sister and a fellow disciple of the dicinal Saint Valley, but she wasn’t certain if it was the woman in pink clothing before her.
In fact, after learning that Lin Yifan had so many won, she beca even more resolute in her decision not to marry him; and her reason for coming today was to resolve this matter.
She knew Lin Yifan wouldn’t marry her, so using Lin Yifan to dispel her master’s idea of a “comrcial marriage” was the best strategy. Otherwise, her master would be persuading and pressuring her day and night.
On the other hand, little Fang’s mind was a blank, unsure whether she had fallen for the wrong person.
She had initially thought Lin Yifan having the four of them was sufficient, not expecting the addition of more wives and concubines, wondering if he had already given up on younger sister Qingqing and big sister Jiajia?
“It’s impossible; I believe in Yifan, I believe he would never do such a thing.”
Everything was based on the other party’s words; Lin Yifan hadn’t even co out to confront them yet, so why was she rushing to conclusions?
This brief interruption couldn’t halt the marriage proposal, so Zhou Ziqing returned to the main topic, asking: “Brother Guangming, how do you intend to resolve my disciple’s sullied reputation?”
“Could this rumor be true?”
The dicine Saint had heard of this matter too, and it was thanks to Mu Xueqing’s confirmation that cultivators from various sects knew that the Orange Immortal Ring was taken by Lin Yifan.
“This is by no ans baseless talk; many people can testify to it,” Zhou Ziqing replied.
“Oh? It seems it’s ti to call that mischievous boy out to take responsibility for this young lady.”
With that, the dicine Saint angrily ordered: “Little Fang, tell your junior brother Xiaofan to co over!”
“Yes, Master!”
Xiaofan was thinking the sa, as only Lin Yifan could resolve her inner doubts.
Lin Yifan, who was cultivating in his room, was unaware that Mu Xueqing had shalessly co to propose marriage.
At the ti, he hadn’t done anything; he had just taken off a few outer clothes, and throughout the whole ti, his head was turned away, not seeing anything; if he had to be responsible for that, it would be too unjust.
“Knock-knock! Knock-knock!”
The door was tapped a few tis, and Lin Yifan, who was cultivating, opened his eyes, slightly annoyed, asking: “Who is it?”
“Yifan, it’s ! Master asks you to go to the reception hall to see him!” Little Fang responded from outside the door.
“Reception hall? I’m not a guest, why go to the reception hall?”
Lin Yifan was speechless, but since the dicine Saint called him, there must be sothing going on, so he left the room and followed Little Fang over.
“Creak!”
As the door opened, Lin Yifan imdiately saw Little Fang, whom he hadn’t seen in days.
Without saying a word, he stepped forward to give her a hug; unfortunately, Little Fang, sowhat annoyed, pushed him away, seeming to have sothing on her mind.
“Fangfang, what’s wrong? Why the pout? Who’s the jerk that upset you?” Lin Yifan curiously asked.
“Who else, you’re the only one in the whole world!” Little Fang replied, puffing with annoyance.
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