Perhaps it’s due to the pressure from Luo Qianqian, the rumors that were so vivid and detailed are now completely absent from discussions at the Forget Worries Tea House.
Even though the talk outside may be intense, everything happening within the Forget Worries Tea House will slowly spread and turn the tide.
Du Lanming stared at He Wenyu in disbelief, with a hint of reproach in his eyes: "I always thought you were a pure, good girl, but I didn’t expect you to be like those people, only caring about social status! People like you will never find love in their lifeti."
"Yeah, yeah, you’re right." Qhianqhian glanced at He Wenyu: "Cherish what you already have; you don’t need too much. Too much becos a burden. Just like these peach blossoms..."
He Wenyu nodded with a heavy heart: "Exactly. You’re right. I don’t know why, but I feel uncomfortable looking at him now..."
"I feel uncomfortable too." Qhianqhian clutched her chest: "I don’t know why, I just feel like vomiting a bit." She looked innocently at Luo Shufan: "Brother, is a girl who doesn’t care about social status really a good girl? Really a pure good girl?"
"Purity of the heart also requires superior conditions to nurture it. Besides, such a person would also look for a pure boy, wouldn’t she? Regardless of family background, I feel that young ladies who marry wouldn’t care about family background. You can ask them yourselves." Luo Shufan casually pointed his finger towards a sowhat disheveled woman begging outside the Forget Worries Tea House, her face also dirty.
"Yes, anyone who can marry her would prevent her from wandering aimlessly. This would an stability for her, and naturally, she wouldn’t care about other things; family background and status wouldn’t matter. What she seeks now is just the comfort of food and clothing."
Luo Xihan naturally took over the conversation: "Now for Young Master Du the Second, Miss Shiliu should be the one who could provide him the comfort of food and clothing, right?"
Qhianqhian couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly, thinking it was like calling Du Lanming a beggar.
"But I, myself, am always kind-hearted, rescuing people from distress. Co, girl, co inside and have a seat; there’s food here, have as much as you like." Qhianqhian, undisturbed by the surrounding gazes, pulled the woman from outside into the comrce of the Forget Worries Tea House, naturally seating her on a chair as everyone watched.
Seeing so much food in front of her, the woman was quite surprised and looked at the food in front of her, then hesitantly at Qhianqhian: "Can I really eat this?" Her voice was faint and carried a hint of weakness.
"Eat, eat, I’m treating. If it’s not enough, order more." Qhianqhian generously waved her hand: "When she’s comfortable with food and clothing, her standards for choosing a mate will naturally rise, and naturally not just anyone can marry her."
"...Him? I’d rather go beg." He Wenyu rolled her eyes, pushed the food in front of her towards the woman: "Eat more, the world is declining, and people’s hearts are not what they used to be. So many people care about these false rumors, yet no one cares about a single life. I finally understand what ’manors filled with rotting at and wine, while corpses freeze on the road’ ans."
No one else is really qualified to say that, playing enough in tea houses isn’t really qualifying; apart from the daily limited first-co, first-serve discounts, which isn’t outrageously expensive? Yet, Forget Worries Tea House still doesn’t lack custors.
This Sect Conference brings a constant flow of people to Forget Worries Tea House, and their daily revenue makes other shopkeepers envious.
The woman bowed her head and devoured the food with so elegance, unlike typical beggars.
Moreover, the Southern Li Imperial City nowadays isn’t a place just anyone can enter.
Qhianqhian, at this mont, didn’t care about much else: "By the way, new Eldest Princess Prince Consort, Du Lanming, Prince Consort, can you tell who has been obstructing your feelings? Can you tell how you’ve experienced those thrilling life-and-death monts in the short days you’ve been together? Don’t say we have competitions; we’ve excluded daily cultivation and rest tis, and the ti spent with us, altogether, Shiliu should have had two or three shichen of free ti; tell us how you managed in such little ti?"
"This is your Nine Heavens Pavilion’s territory, so of course you say what, goes what!" Du Lanming knew this person was clearly here to pick a fight and wouldn’t let it go easily: "What we have between us is not for you to talk about! You juniors should step aside!"
"Oh dear, oh dear, Shiliu, I’m a junior, boo hoo hoo, you promised that if you liked soone, you’d tell , and if I disagreed, you wouldn’t be together. Is that promise not valid anymore?" Qhianqhian pretended to wipe the corners of her eyes pitifully, making He Wenyu a bit speechless.
"No, I’m right here. Can you ask , not believe what others say, okay?" He Wenyu shook her head helplessly, walked to Qhianqhian’s side, gently patted her shoulder, and hugged her: "We swore a Heavenly Oath, of course not to deceive you. If you don’t trust but trust an outsider, wouldn’t that break my heart?"
"Oh, right..." Qhianqhian hurried to the door and looked at the sky, then nodded affirmatively: "There’s no lightning about to strike you. I thought so; your taste isn’t that bad."
"Your taste is good, finding a boyfriend who’s never around." He Wenyu rolled her eyes and shouted to Luo Shufan: "Brother, deal with Shiqi; now she’s speaking up against . Being misunderstood by others I can ignore because the innocent are naturally clean, but being misunderstood by my own, I am aggrieved and request she can’t have snacks today as punishnt."
"Agreed." Luo Shufan nodded calmly, walking over to the two, and sighed softly: "Not to criticize you all, next ti, gather upstairs. Why ss up and feel bad downstairs? We cultivators should focus on our hearts; worried about these people? If you’re unhappy watching them, just kill them directly." He said this while removing a dagger floating near Qhianqhian, casually throwing it in front of Du Lanming.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Qhianqhian quickly controlled the dagger to stop above Du Lanming’s head, causing Du Lanming to kneel in fright, and instantaneously wet himself: "Really, brother, grandpa has told you countless tis that such matters should be resolved secretly; don’t leave room for criticism, besides, the man is Prince Consort, Shiliu’s little friend’s brother-in-law; give so face."
Others might not know, but he knew the dagger almost penetrated his head just now. That kind of impending doom is unforgettable, his eyes full of terror.
It was only at this mont that it struck him that Miss Shiliu regarded life and death so frivolously as a cultivator; was she ever under his control?
The sll of urine wafted, and He Wenyu couldn’t help but laugh, although he maintained a straight face and called for a waiter: "Charge the cleaning fee for the floor here and compensation for the ntal distress of all present people to Prince Consort, go to Du Residence for silver tael compensation for our loss and then release him." Saying this, calmly took out a white sheet with bold letters on it and tossed it on the ground: Prince Consort Wet Himself at the Attraction.
Instantly, it drew laughter from the onlookers.
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