Chapter 41: Her Cousin Takes Her to Meet a Prospective Match: If I Ever Marry, It Will Be Him

Shen Shuyi glanced back at the South Courtyard, her gaze falling upon the bronze bell hanging beneath the eaves, swaying gently in the wind.

Suddenly, she recalled the five words used to describe Pei Nanzhou in the original novel: cruel mercy.

In truth, every single one of the four Pei brothers was cold-blooded, acting solely out of self-interest.

Believing that she should harbor no improper fantasies about him, Pei Nanzhou used such methods to drive her away, purely to prevent her from entangling herself with him.

"I am not even angry, why must you fly into a rage?" Shen Shuyi muttered.

Moreover, the walls of the room had been covered with pink wallpaper by her, giving it a somewhat cozy appearance. Yet, the bed looked rather jarring, and she could only wonder what kind of household Liu Xu grew up in to possess such tastes.

However, they had managed to secure an apology—a personal apology from the sect master of the Taiji Sect. Consequently, Xiao Fei and the others felt it was time to leave, as staying any longer would be entirely meaningless.

Upon receiving instructions from their sixth senior uncle to reinforce them, Lin Qi immediately destroyed the pontoon bridge. Just as she was about to set off, she spotted the Red Army horses scattered near the bridgehead. When these cavalrymen retreated, they had actually failed to even care for their own mounts. Had this been on an actual battlefield, they would likely have been entirely captured by the enemy.

Two of the heavyweight bosses collapsed directly into their seats, lacking even the strength to keep their spines upright, simply slouching there.

She and Zhou Qing had truly never met before, yet she held profound admiration for him. Zhou Qing had just demonstrated extraordinary capabilities, and his commitment to punishing evil and promoting good closely aligned with her own aspirations.

Zhou Qing wished to avoid trouble, for this place was barely a hundred kilometers from Dragon Gate, and it was certain to be swarming with their informants.

Ziyun Manor boasted only a single ninth-rank martial cultivator. But what about the Taiji Sect? They had at least several thousand ninth-rank martial cultivators.

Furthermore, he already had a ready excuse for his return. Back in the day, Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng traveled far and wide, establishing numerous lineages, including at least seventeen distinct branches such as the Wudang Lazi Sect, the Sanfeng Natural Sect, the Sanfeng Sect, the Sanfeng Orthodox Natural Sect, the Rixin Sect, the Penglai Sect, the Tanta Sect, the Yinxian Sect, the Wudang Dan Sect, and the Youlong Sect.

He bartered in other star domains, trading for commodities even scarcer in the Rising Sun Empire, and through a secondary transaction, acquired a greater quantity of divine power crystals.

Stepping out of the villa, the sky was already growing dim at dawn. Fan Yanyan's eyes were extremely dry, yet he remained wide awake. He flagged down a taxi and headed toward the hospital.

When people said it was to thank him for saving Die Wu, he felt deeply ashamed. Initially, he had never intended to save her, as he could barely protect himself.

Yue Lao pulled Qian Xing along with great familiarity, walking inward together. The remaining few watched with considerable awkwardness, and Gong Yu's expression grew even uglier.

Having dressed without even taking a shower, Gu Zeyu hastily left the club within ten minutes and called his assistant to have the matter properly resolved.

The cutting of Baili Wan's second stone had already begun. Huzi was meticulous, never cutting all the way through in a single stroke. After cutting halfway, he pried it open and wiped the surface to check for jadeite. This piece, too, turned out to be a stark, chalky white stone. Huzi genuinely felt a pity for Baili Wan, as the stone had looked promising, and he had expected it to yield at least icy-translucent or ice-variety jade.

They were all acquainted with Aoi Die Wu; while they were not as tightly knit as Fat Bird and his faction in a formal alliance, they were not enemies either—merely ordinary friends.

Fan Yanyan was momentarily stunned, only then realizing that he rarely ever swore. He had never used foul language even on Ouyang Xueqi's account. Could it be that in his heart, Zhao Jiaxi's status had already surpassed that of Ouyang Xueqi?

Baili Wan let out a soft laugh, and then, seemingly struck by a sudden thought, she turned her head with a rather solemn expression.

Noticing the security guard chatting with Cheng Moyu by the entrance, she paused slightly. The guard greeted her with a smile before turning his attention back to Cheng Moyu.

Gu Zeyu let out a self-deprecating laugh. Before taking a step forward, he retreated, turned around coldly, and strode away.

One had to admit that, although in the present era the Chinese might not feel particularly inferior when facing foreigners, China had, after all, remained in the position of a chaser for over a century.