"That's good, that's good. I've been worried the whole way here, afraid they would leave me behind and run off first."
Seeing her grinning foolishly, and finding nothing particularly outstanding about her, Wei Baizhong didn't bother to pay her any more attention. He gave her a few perfunctory words and then left.
“Father.” Wei Rong walked to his side.
"How so?" he asked in a low voice, nodding to the martial arts figures.
Wei Rong glanced at the person who was whispering to Yu Zigui and whispered, "Shangguan Yi didn't say anything, he just congratulated his son."
"Hmm." Weber pondered for a while, "That should be it."
"Father means—"
"If you coax them gently, things will naturally fall into place."
"yes."
Wei Rong looked at his newlywed wife, who was as beautiful as the morning sun, his gaze filled with tenderness but also concealing a deep calculation.
He took in everything, his dark eyes carrying a hint of a smile.
"What did Zigui see?" Shangguan Yi leaned most of his weight on her.
She saw that where the brilliant spring light was unattainable, what was hidden was not shadows, but the human heart.
"A loving father and filial son, a devoted couple," she described softly, then sighed, "It's just a pity—"
"What's a pity?"
"It's a pity they couldn't be reunited." She smiled. "Since you're so kind-hearted, I might as well grant them their wish."
A gentle breeze occasionally stirred her moon-white robe. Shangguan Yi stood in the morning light, her features exquisite, her smile radiant with springtime warmth.
"Look."
A pale yellow figure rushed over.
"Sister Agui!"
The little man lunged at her, knocking her back two steps.
"Wah—" The crying was earth-shattering, so full of grievance.
"I'm sorry, I've dragged Ah Hui into this," she gently comforted.
"Sister Agui isn't a monster, she's not a monster—" The little girl cried, her face streaked with tears, trembling and hiccuping.
If this mutual protection were genuine, how wonderful that would be.
"Don't cry, don't cry, it's all a misunderstanding." Gently patting the small body in her arms, she lowered her eyelashes. "There's a saying, 'After the worst comes the best,' maybe Ah Hui and I will soon have good fortune."
"Good fortune?" The little man raised his head.
She crouched down: "What brought Ah Hui to the Central Plains?"
Tears welled up in her eyes: "I'm looking for my sister."
After wiping away the little man's tears, Yu Zigui turned him around so that he faced the direction where the spring sunshine was shining.
"Look who's that?"
A tear slid down her cheek, and Ah Hui stood there blankly, her azure eyes flashing with a multitude of emotions.
"Does it look like it?" someone whispered in my ear.
picture.
"That is the young mistress of Jade Sword Manor."
No wonder "Mother" used this plan against us; she had already guessed that we were at Jade Sword Manor.
"But her name isn't A-Hui."
"What are you calling?" Realizing her voice was too somber, the little girl suddenly trembled. A child would react this way; her expression changed swiftly, and tears streamed down her face in the blink of an eye.
"My sister..." She cried so hard she couldn't speak; she was so pitiful.
"Her name is Liu Wushuang."
Liu, Liu Wushuang, Liu Ti.
Yes.
It's her!
The little figure choked back tears, wiping them away, revealing a pair of bright blue eyes beneath his sleeve.
"Ah Hui, where are you?" Someone called out anxiously from afar, "Ah Hui—"
"Mother! Ah Hui is here!"
Hurry, hurry, she's done it! Eyes don't lie; this is the real Yu woman.
"Mother!" The child waved anxiously as soon as they entered the courtyard. "Ah Hui is here! Here!"
Behind her, there was the person behind her; she gestured with her eyes.
Then, two pairs of identical beautiful eyes met.