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“Young Master Mei, may I ask how many consorts the Emperor plans to select?”
“It depends on his mood.”
“Is that so?” Jinse drooped his little face.
They took Mel and the others to see their respective rooms.
“Jiangzhou is really comfortable,” Mel sighed lightly. “I’ve heard that Misty Mountain is around here. I would like to meet that Goddess.”
“Then it shall be as you wish,” Hibiscus smiled, unconcerned.
“Are we going to Misty Mountain? I’ve heard it’s a place we shouldn’t go,” Jinse was also curious.
“We’re not going,” Spiritual Incense pouted.
“No need to,” Hibiscus said, then pushed the door open.
On the soft couch directly facing the door, a beauty lay languidly, her allure captivating. Mel quickly turned his eyes away. “Jin Zhi, this isn’t appropriate; I think I’ll take my leave.”
“What’s inappropriate about it? There’s nothing wrong,” Hibiscus said casually.
Mel smiled helplessly. “It really isn’t appropriate.”
“Aren’t you eager to meet the medical fairy of Misty Mountain? You can see her now,” Hibiscus took a sip of tea and continued, “If Brother Mei is momentarily struck by her beauty, I will gift her to you.” Hibiscus was not wrong in saying this, as Fengyin was saved by him, meaning he had complete authority over her life; at that time, his favor would outweigh everything.
“Since Brother Mugen is sending a beauty to you, just accept it,” Spiritual Incense waved her hand. She wished for there to be no women around Hibiscus. The fact that such women were being sent out indicated that Brother Mugen didn’t care for them at all. She couldn’t help but scrutinize the woman on the couch, feeling a sense of familiarity but unable to recall where she had seen her before.
Jinse also gazed with beautiful eyes at the stunningly beautiful face and the head full of white hair. What a pitiful woman, how could she have such white hair? Now she was to be treated as a gift.
Mel turned his back to the couch and looked out the door. "Brother Jin, you jest. Such a beauty cannot be given away so casually. The Misty Mountain Goddess is someone we can only look up to; we must not desecrate her."
Hibiscus sneered; he intended to desecrate her.
"What if I insist on giving her away?"
"Then Mel would have no choice but to accept graciously." Mel turned around, looking at Fengyin on the couch, his amazement evident.
"Thank you, Brother Jin. I would like to borrow this precious place to marry this young lady today and cultivate a bond of a hundred years. Once we return to the capital, I will properly thank Brother Jin." Who is Mel? One can guess a person's thoughts from a single song. Hibiscus's intentions were clear to him; he must have calculated that he would refuse all along because he had been infatuated with the princess for quite some time. Yet, he accepted so openly. What could the princess and Hibiscus say?
Spiritual Incense did not expect Mel to agree so readily; her expression darkened immediately. Especially upon hearing Mel's next words, it was like adding fuel to the fire.
Mel said, "Since Brother Jin is so insistent, I can only graciously accept. This position of primary wife must surely be offered by Brother Jin to this beauty." With that, he naturally sat beside Fengyin on the soft couch and sighed softly, "Such a beauty is enough."
He paid no heed to the two people in the room whose faces had turned ashen.
Jinse stared blankly, not understanding why Young Master Mu, who clearly wanted to send someone away, looked so displeased at this moment. Moreover, this displeasure was not even concealed; it was obvious even to her.
"Are you really going to marry her?" Spiritual Incense couldn't hold back any longer. How could Mel, who had always tried to please her and endured all insults, suddenly change his mind and say he wanted to marry another woman, especially one who was more beautiful than her? When Hibiscus mentioned giving away a beauty earlier, she thought it was amusing; now it was no longer funny. If Mel married a primary wife, whom would she bully in the future?
"No choice, Brother Jin; such hospitality is hard to decline," Mel shook his head, looking helpless.
"Brother Mei, regarding this marriage matter, you should return to the capital and discuss it with your parents so that your father does not think I am being abrupt as your brother," Hibiscus said casually.
"It's fine; there's nothing wrong with it. With such a Beauty, I believe my father will certainly agree." Mel shook his head repeatedly. "I can't wait to get married! Brother Jin, what should we do? I am truly grateful for this great favor!"
"She has injuries; wait a few days and then ask for her opinion," Hibiscus said while holding his teacup.
"Brother Jin, can't you make a decision?" Mel exclaimed in surprise. "If we were to get married, I could take care of her myself. Seeing her so pale, I can't help but feel a deep sadness."
"Of course, this is Yun Zhongzi's esteemed disciple. I have merely made an introduction, and it must be according to the wishes of the young lady and her master." Hibiscus's teacup had already developed fine cracks. He glanced at it, drank the tea in one go, and as he set the cup down, it had turned to powder.
Despite such intimidation, Mel chose to ignore it. He continued to gaze at Fengyin on the couch, feeling a strong urge to drool.
Spiritual Incense was so angry that her nose was crooked, while Jinse wondered why Mel was suddenly so impatient. Young Master Mu's expression seemed indifferent, yet he had crushed his cup into powder.
"Then we will wait until the young lady's health improves before discussing marriage," Mel nodded in agreement.
Spiritual Incense threw her cup down and stormed out. Jinse hurried after her. Mel simply said, "Please take care of my Wife, Brother Jin. I'm worried that something might happen between the two young ladies; they are with me from the capital."
Just as Mel stepped outside, there was a loud crash from inside, likely something breaking. He saw Hibiscus standing on the table; there was no longer a table, just a pile of debris.
Fengyin lazily opened her eyes and looked at the ruined table. "Why are you making such a fuss?"
"Do you remember Mel?"
"I do."
"If I were to ask you to marry him, would you?"
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