"Why haven't I heard you mention this before?"
He chuckled and said, "I'm a humble person and never flaunt my family background."
I asked timidly, "What's your family background?" The mere mention of family background made me feel breathless. I wished I could find an orphan or abandoned child myself, so that no one would look down on anyone else.
He said softly, "My home is in Guiyun Villa."
Guiyun Manor is renowned throughout the martial arts world, boasting countless businesses on both land and water, making it the wealthiest man in the land. I continued timidly, "Um, is your mother the housekeeper?"
"She is known in the martial arts world as Lady Qi."
"What!"
Lady Qi, aside from Murong Qiao, the mistress of Jinbo Palace, is the most renowned woman in the martial arts world. She is the mistress of Guiyun Manor and the sister of the illustrious General Qi.
I stared blankly at the humble Jiang Chen, realizing I had once again been reduced to a worthless burden. But with his background, would his mother even agree to our relationship? A small, loose feeling suddenly welled up inside me, gradually widening, and a thought began to surface. If only his mother didn't agree.
I asked tentatively, "Your mother will definitely not agree to me."
“You don’t need to worry. When my mother sent me to the Xiaoyao Sect, she told my master that he was in charge of making decisions for me. She respects my master very much, so you don’t need to worry.”
I was a little disappointed; I was hoping she wouldn't agree.
Jiang Chen added, "Besides, I've mentioned you in my letters before, saying you're a very good person."
I thought for a moment and said, "Well, I think it would be better for her to see me in person. Rumors are usually unreliable."
I think that as soon as she sees me and Jiang Chen standing together, and witnesses her dashing son marrying such a dull and dull wife, she will definitely regret it. Although she has a good relationship with my master, it shouldn't be so good as to sacrifice her son's lifelong happiness.
Jiang Chen smiled and nodded vigorously: "I think so too. Let's go home today and let Mother meet you."
Why do I feel like his smile looks like a fox's?
He squinted and grinned, saying, "Xiao Mo, I've discovered that we're truly destined to be together."
I continued to pull my hand away: "Don't talk to me about fate." Now, I feel that the legendary fate is a bit unreliable. I always thought that Yunzhou and I were destined for each other, but in the end, I became Jiang Chen's fiancée.
Jiang Chen chuckled and said, "Look, your original name was Mo Mo, but you insisted on changing it to Yun Mo. I live in Guiyun Manor, and Guiyun means 'returning to the clouds.' It seems you were born to be my wife. It's fate, don't you think?"
I said nothing, I regretted it. Why did I have to be named Yunmo? Come to think of it, wasn't it because he forced me to?
I said defiantly, "I'm not going to call myself Yunmo anymore."
He chuckled and said, "How about we call it Cloud Color?"
"Cloud color?"
"Yes, look at the colors of the sunset, they're so vibrant and beautiful." He finally let go of my hand, pointed to the sky outside the window, and saw clouds as beautiful as mountains and as picturesque as ink splashed across the horizon, it was incredibly beautiful.
I neither agree nor disagree; the name Yunse is not bad.
Suddenly, another hand landed on my shoulder. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly pulled away. His hand fell, but before I could even catch my breath, it moved again to my waist. I felt my back stiffen, as if an iron had been placed on it, followed by countless tiny needles pricking it—a tingling, uncomfortable sensation. Then, those needles began to wander around...
He chuckled softly in my ear: "Sexy, from now on, the two of us will be inseparable."
"Pervert? You're the pervert!" I slapped his hand away and said angrily, "Hmph, you wish!"
The sword of longing, the heartbroken man
Back at the Xiaoyao Sect, everyone changed how they addressed me, calling me either "sister-in-law" or "brother's wife." My face went from burning hot to fiery hot, then to slightly warm, and finally, I remained calm and resignedly accepted it. I understood how Yunzhou felt when I had insisted on calling him "brother."
After Yunzhou returned from Tai'an, he became even more withdrawn, as if he had disappeared. Every time I think of him, it feels like I have a fishbone stuck in my throat, and I always feel an indescribable discomfort.
Jiang Chen, however, seemed like a completely different person. He clung to me like a leech, wanting to practice swordsmanship with me and spar with me. Naturally, I was no match for him, losing every time without a doubt. Watching him win with such heroic and dashing style, I felt increasingly frustrated.
Little Hebao cheered from the sidelines, "Young master is so handsome! Go, go!"
At first, I thought she was cheering me on, but then I realized that she would jump up and cheer every time Jiang Chen won.
I reluctantly sheathed my sword, tucked it under my arm, and headed towards the back of the mountain.
"Sese, where are you going?"
I turned around and gritted my teeth: "If you call me lecherous again, watch out, I'll lecher you!"
He raised his chin, exuding an air of arrogance and fearlessness: "This great hero is not afraid, feel free to come at me."
I'm scared, I'm leaving.
"Don't follow me."
"I didn't follow you."
"Then why are you walking behind me?"
"Can't I walk this road just because you can?" He looked around, admiring the scenery.
I am speechless.
After walking a few steps along the mountain path, I suddenly saw Senior Brother Zhao Yebai rushing down from above.
"What's wrong?"
Senior Brother Zhao said in a panic, "He Xiaole has diarrhea, I'll go get some toilet paper."