The man seemed somewhat impatient after being rejected.
"I have already submitted a memorial to the court, and the results will be available soon. I urge you, young master, to take good care of your injuries and make a decision as soon as possible."
As he spoke, the door opened.
“Meng, Meng, Meng…” The fear on his face was hard to hide, and the official from the capital accidentally mispronounced the word.
Fierce? Her master and senior brothers always praise her for being gentle, so she probably doesn't deserve the title of "fierce."
As Yu Zigui raised her hand to bow, she saw the official from the capital push aside her ninth brother and bounce up and down the stairs with his round body, reminding her of a common phrase used by chivalrous heroes to describe their fierce and ruthless behavior.
It really is "get lost".
Withdrawing her amazed gaze, she stepped through the door, but no one followed her for a long time.
"Ninth Senior Brother?"
He was the one who wanted to come, so why was he hesitating?
"I won't go in."
She turned around and looked at Wei Jiu, who was standing in the shadows.
"Miss Yu, my young master requests your presence."
Her gaze slowly returned to the distance, and she nodded slightly. "Thank you for your trouble."
The door closed in front of him, his dead fish eyes twitched, and he finally lowered his gaze.
He took out an oil paper package from his sleeve, picked up a piece of stinky tofu, and began to eat it thoughtfully.
It turned out that the "Number One Room in the Heavenly Division" wasn't just one room, but a luxurious and comfortable three-room suite. Following the attendant, she entered the inner room. A cold-faced young man was half-sitting on the couch. Apart from his complexion, his features were strikingly similar to the awkward senior brother outside the door.
Yu Zigui sized up the man on the bed, who was draped in an exquisitely embroidered cloak.
Even with serious injuries, he couldn't hide his cold and aloof noble temperament, unlike someone who wore plain clothes and ate commoners' food.
"Young lady, please have some tea."
Just as she was about to accept the Maojian tea offered by the waiter, she heard a clear, cold male voice. "It's the Alliance Leader."
The servant trembled and quickly changed his words: "Please have some tea, Lord Alliance Leader."
Despite being severely injured, she still noticed that he had overheard the conversation. Was Wei Zhuofeng making a statement?
Yu Zigui took a sip of tea and put it down. "Is the young master feeling better?"
A white jade hairpin adorned her hair, and her loosely tied black hair cascaded over her shoulders, casting a dark blue glow in the chilly winter sun. Wei Zhuofeng turned his head and, unusually, scrutinized her closely.
The detail was so meticulous that she couldn't help but have the illusion that she was being mistaken for a meticulous brush painting.
She wouldn't move unless the other person moved; she wouldn't lose a staring contest.
"I heard the alliance leader is from the Heavenly Dragon Sect." Sure enough, he was the one who was defeated.
"Yes," she said with a smile.
"Why did you save me?" A concise and to-the-point question.
"I think you understand perfectly well, young master."
Upon hearing this, Wei Zhuofeng glanced at the silhouette on the outer window, then turned his head, a hint of resentment in his eyes.
Seeing his silence, Yu Zigui took out a bottle of wound medicine and placed it on the bedside table.
“No need.” Wei Zhuofeng replied, his gaze fixed ahead, his tone slightly cold and hard.
With her eyes slightly narrowed, Yu Zigui walked to the bedside and said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "I don't mind beating you up again, and then having your servants apply it to you."
The faint scent of the first snow was right beside me, like that fleeting glimpse of that day.
Wei Zhuofeng was dissatisfied with the threat in her words, yet he couldn't hide his racing heart; he was truly torn.
"Young Master Zhuofeng, you owe me a life." The moment the words left his mouth, he had already flashed to the edge of the painted screen.
A faint sense of loss crept into his heart as Wei Zhuofeng looked at her. "I should repay your life-saving grace."
"Okay, then let's sign up."
Unexpectedly, she took the bait, and Wei Zhuofeng looked at her with slight surprise, as if with a hint of expectation.
"I want the young master."
His handsome face flushed red.
"This man's injuries are indeed quite severe," Yu Zigui thought to himself, and continued, "I forbid you, young master, from ever being an enemy of the Heavenly Dragon Sect again."
Upon hearing this, Wei Zhuofeng and his elder brother stared in astonishment.
After a short while, Wei Zhuofeng regained his senses. "I'll agree to anything except this," he said through gritted teeth.
"You've got it wrong. From the moment I made my move, you no longer had the right to bargain. This is something you owe me."
A smile bloomed on her lips, her deep dimples filled with the winter sun. Taking advantage of Wei Zhuofeng's stunned moment, she extended her injured right hand, deliberately stirring up his self-blame.
Then he took Wei Zhuofeng's hand and tapped it lightly.
"That's settled then."