Listening to Jiang Yumo and Qin Xihe’s harsh words, Ye Yu felt an immense headache.
How could they say such things so naturally?
Jiang Yumo was understandable—after all, she was the type who could say “1+1+1” boldly; nothing she said surprised him.
But Qin Xihe? How could she join in the commotion?
Where was the dignity of the sect leader? What about the ancestral rules of Yixing Pavilion?
To openly say such things inside the sect’s main hall—did she not fear the ancestral tablets shattering?
“Actually, I think it’s possible.”
An Jinqiu was the first to speak up, her gaze very gentle.
After all, she had a long acquaintance with Jiang Yumo and Qin Xihe, both in the dream and now, so they weren’t strangers.
Besides, An Jinqiu clearly sensed their genuine affection for Ye Yu.
They just liked to play a few tricks here and there, which was harmless.
Hearing her support, Jiang Yumo and Qin Xihe looked at her gratefully.
They never expected An Jinqiu would back them at this critical moment.
So if that was the case, would the others also cast their sacred votes?
Immediately, Jiang Yumo and Qin Xihe looked toward Luo Ning and Huangfu Baizhi, their eyes full of unspoken hope.
Huangfu Baizhi nodded slightly and softly said, “I also support /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ this!”
Luo Ning quickly followed, “I very much welcome their arrival!”
Hearing their statements, Jiang Yumo’s mind turned rapidly, and she immediately changed her tone:
“Thank you for your support, sisters. From now on, this little sister will serve you all wholeheartedly.”
At this point, Jiang Yumo no longer dared to fuss over rankings.
She might soon be kicked out.
So no matter the ranking, she had to hold her ground first—even if it meant lowering her attitude.
Qin Xihe looked at Jiang Yumo beside her, shock filling her eyes.
Wow, you call ‘sisters’ so naturally?
No wonder you, senior sister, are both flexible and quick-witted. It’s a bit overwhelming.
But the more this happened, the more Qin Xihe felt she needed to be alert.
She quickly said, “I feel the same as senior sister!”
Jiang Yumo glanced at her.
Copying answers face to face without even speaking—impressive.
An Jinqiu, Luo Ning, and Huangfu Baizhi stood up, smiling:
“Good, good, from now on we are one family. No need to be so formal; having this intention is enough. Let’s support each other and walk forward together!”
“Thank you, three sisters!”
This time, Jiang Yumo and Qin Xihe sounded much more natural addressing them.
The five of them joined hands—a perfectly harmonious picture.
“Bang!”
A muffled sound startled them, and they quickly split into two groups.
One side was Luo Ning, Huangfu Baizhi, and An Jinqiu—the ones who had ‘arrived ashore.’
The other side was Jiang Yumo and Qin Xihe—those still struggling.
They weakly glanced at Ye Yu in the middle, perhaps only now realizing that no matter how much sisterly support they had, it was useless—the most important was the one who held the final say.
He was the one with decision-making power!
“What are you doing? What’s all this? Am I an immortal artifact? You say you support me, say it’s okay, and I’m supposed to be tossed to others?
Do you have any respect for me?”
Ye Yu snorted coldly, making every fairy present tremble inwardly.
Huangfu Baizhi, having known him the longest, understood clearly that Ye Yu never truly got angry at his wives.
So she boldly stepped forward and whispered:
“Husband, we didn’t mean that. We just feel a strong connection with these two fairies, and since they like you, we support it.


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