Published: March 8, 2025
Lan Changge returned like a defeated rooster, head drooping. Facing the meaningful smiles of everyone, her face turned even redder, feeling utterly embarrassed.
Zhuge Changchang gloatingly said, “Serves you right! Who told you to force her like that? It’s basically coercion! If Fairy Wu didn’t scold you on the spot, that’s already showing mercy.”
Lan Changge retorted angrily, “So what do you want me to do? Should I continue singing?”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone instantly recalled the word ‘howl’ that Fairy Wu had used, and they burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Chu Yang smiled from the side, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
These young masters from noble families clearly harbored their own grievances towards each other; however, when there were outsiders present, they unanimously rejected anyone from outside regardless of the reason.
Even when they laughed just now, no one had glanced at him.
They had completely treated themselves as transparent people.
Whether they argued or fought, it was their own business; it was a kind of arrogance and pride: anyone from the nine great clans had no right to oppose them!
Chu Yang merely stood outside the circle, looking on calmly.
Others were huddled together, laughing and scolding, making a ruckus, completely ignoring him; yet he remained unfazed and unembarrassed.
His purpose was to earn Amethyst, not to make friends with them.
Zhuge Changchang laughed for a while before announcing, “Next, Night Slaying Wind.”
Night Slaying Wind confidently stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said solemnly, “Fairy Wu, I am Night Slaying Wind of the Ye Family. Ever since the day I saw your enchanting beauty, I’ve been unable to sleep. My heart is sincere, as the sky can bear witness. If I can win your favor, I shall have no other love in this life!”
He paused, noticing there was still no response from above, and continued, “Today, I simply wish to invite you for a conversation. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, I will be satisfied as long as you are.”
After a long while, Fairy Wu Qianqian’s voice came from above, “Young Master Night Slaying Wind, I have indeed heard of you. Young Master Ye is known for his calm demeanor and is indeed a remarkable person. However, I’ve also heard that the Second Young Master Ye already has one primary wife, one concubine, and eleven minor wives, with several external mistresses; moreover, his family is already full of children. May I ask, Second Young Master Ye, is your claim of having no second love spoken only to me?”
Night Slaying Wind was momentarily speechless, his face turning beet red.
The third one, of course, was Ye Mengse, who elegantly walked forward with his hands behind his back. Someone behind whispered, “Don’t try to show off, Fairy Wu can’t see what you’re pretending to be.”
Ye Mengse ignored it, gracefully walked to the empty window, and bowed deeply, saying, “Fairy Wu, I pay my respects.”
There was no response from inside.
Ye Mengse chuckled, “Last night I dreamed of the fairy, and inspired, I composed a poem. Please, fairy, judge it.”
Saying this, he began reciting, nodding his head as he went:
“Once the clouds part and the mist dissipate, the unmatched beauty comes gracefully;
Her garments flutter in the wind, like a fairy descending from the Jade Terrace,
With three thousand strands of hair, autumn water glimmers in her eyes,
Longing pierces my bones, how can I soothe my heart?”
After reciting, he sighed twice, seemingly quite melancholic.
After a long time, there was still no response from above.
Ye Mengse felt a glimmer of hope, thinking there might be a chance.
However, Chu Yang merely curled his lips. Knowing Wu Qianqian's temperament well, he understood she was trying to figure out the best response to completely crush his hopes, not that there was any real chance.
Sure enough, he soon heard Wu Qianqian say, “I already said, I lack knowledge and truly do not understand Young Master Ye’s ‘poetic meaning.’ Why not have Young Master Ye explain?”