Ye Yu couldn’t help but let his eyes light up.
He had to admit, Zhu Die really lived up to being the First Madam. After knowing him for so long, she’d learned plenty of things.
That simple trick alone was impressively well executed.
It even felt like a proper bit of role-play.
She’d gone so far as to tuck in a piece of red cloth—was that color meant to charm him?
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But... did she mix up the recipient?
Wasn’t this attack-speed set supposed to go on herself? Why was it on Sister Wei?
Perhaps seeing the strange look in Ye Yu’s eyes, Zhu Die didn’t bother teasing him further. She got straight to the point. “Husband, please stand still. I have a request!”
Before Ye Yu could open his mouth, Wei Ao Shu shook her head frantically, emitting a soft wu wu.
When Zhu Die remained unperturbed, Wei Ao Shu even tried to leap away.
But she was tied too tightly—there was no escaping.
Seeing this, Ye Yu quickly averted his gaze. “Alright, alright, Senior—don’t thrash about, or you’ll exceed the limit!”
Zhu Die paid no heed. She grabbed the rope binding Wei Ao Shu and held her firmly by her side. “Don’t move. This will be over soon. Husband, I have just one thing to say: I want another sister. From now on, have Wei Ao Shu become your immortal partner and call her my little sister. Is that okay?”
Ye Yu was completely dumbfounded. There was such a demand?
What was this—force-adopting a sister? Random matchmaking?
On the side, Wei Ao Shu was utterly mortified, closing her eyes in helpless shame.
Had Zhu Die really managed to say that?
Ye Yu was about to speak when Zhu Die suddenly raised a hand to stop him, and without missing a beat set up a sound-proof barrier around Wei Ao Shu.
Only after that did she say, “Okay, you may respond!”
This may have seemed elaborate, but it showed Zhu Die’s meticulous planning. Dragging Wei Ao Shu here to strong-arm him into proposing was rash, yes, but after much thought this was the only way. Opportunities had come and gone, and Wei Ao Shu’s feelings risked being buried forever if delayed any longer.
Once she’d confessed Wei Ao Shu’s feelings, the barrier was to prevent interference—just in case Ye Yu refused. If that happened, Zhu Die planned to persuade him immediately. Today, there was only one objective: even if the melon was forcibly twisted, she would feed it to Wei Ao Shu herself.
“That’s not how these things work,” Ye Yu attempted to reason. “Affection must be mutual. You can’t force it.”
Zhu Die swept her sleeve aside and said with utmost seriousness, “Whether it works or not isn’t up to you alone. You just need to tell me your answer—are you willing or not?”
Ye Yu felt tears rising in his throat. “But it’s not just me—Senior Wei must agree too, right? You can’t force someone who won’t drink water into it!”
A strange light flashed in Zhu Die’s eyes. She gripped Ye Yu’s right hand. “You said you would just now, didn’t you? That’s all that matters! Do you know Senior Wei has secretly loved you for years? A few days ago she even took the Pill of Courage—yet still failed!”
Ye Yu’s brow furrowed. “Wait—what Pill of Courage?”
Zhu Die’s face froze. Oh no, she’d slipped up. She had to change the subject. “Ah, never mind those useless details. As long as you’re willing, that’s enough!”
With that, she swept her sleeve again, lifted the barrier, and untied the ropes. The instant Wei Ao Shu tasted freedom, she tried to bolt—and instinctively covered her face with both hands. That gesture was everything: she was utterly mortified, unable to face Ye Yu after such a public confession.
But Zhu Die’s carefully staged drama was at its finale—there was no way she’d let her plan unravel. She seized the sash of Wei Ao Shu’s robe. “Don’t move or your immortal robes will tear. That’ll be even more embarrassing!”
Wei Ao Shu stamped her foot in anger. The Clan Leader really knew how to pick on people.
“Alright, you can let go now. From now on, remember to call me ‘Sister.’ I’ve arranged this match for you. I won’t stay to distract you two any longer!”
With that, Zhu Die drew a curtain of light around herself and departed. Before she left, she thoughtfully set up another barrier to keep other madams from interrupting. After all, the immortals in the Wu Wei Tower were growing more numerous by the day.
As Zhu Die vanished, Wei Ao Shu hadn’t yet recovered from her shock. She looked at Ye Yu in disbelief and murmured, “Junior Brother, you... you really agree to be my immortal partner?”
Ye Yu tested the waters. “Are you willing? Wasn’t it under duress from Zhu Die?”
“I’m of course willing—and it wasn’t coerced. I... I was just too embarrassed!” Wei Ao Shu bowed her head shyly. She truly hadn’t expected happiness to arrive so quickly.
But Ye Yu’s next question sent her face paling. “I just heard from Zhu Die that you tried taking the Pill of Courage? What happened? Tell me in detail.”
“Ah! Don’t ask that!”...
Because of Wei Ao Shu’s sudden appearance, Ye Yu had been waylaid all day. His plan to seek Feng Yingzhi was delayed. Yet it hadn’t been a complete loss: not only had he achieved a proper outcome with Senior Wei, but he also learned the true reason behind the misunderstanding with Dong Kui last time—apparently, pills can be misused on the wrong person.
One couldn’t help but marvel at Wei Ao Shu’s truly cursed luck. Regardless, the two arriving at this point was no easy feat. In fact, Wei Ao Shu was the first woman Ye Yu had met in this fantastical world. Though the path was tortuous, it had become a lovely story.
The next day, Ye Yu arrived at the laboratory specially set up for Feng Yingzhi. This place was far more comfortable than her previous ruinous sect lab. And Feng Yingzhi was not alone—Pei Chuxia was there keeping her company. It was quite the miracle that these two got along so well; it was completely unexpected.
At that moment, Pei Chuxia saw Ye Yu approach and rose, saying, “Husband, you’ve got some free time? Are you here to comfort Feng Yingzhi?”
