Inside the Tuoba family’s main hall, Ge Qingzhi beamed, saying, “So, you two are fellow disciples? Childhood friends, that sort of innocent, untainted connection?”
Ye Yu’s mouth twitched involuntarily. Senior Sister Tuoba Qiyue had merely introduced them as disciples under Hong Luan at Five-Finger Peak. And yet, somehow, this narrative of childhood sweethearts had been conjured up from nowhere. With such a vivid imagination, perhaps Ge Qingzhi should consider writing romance novels instead.
Sitting at the head of the hall, Tuoba Encheng grumbled, “Even as fellow disciples, that doesn’t give you the right to enter the Suxin Court. If I hadn’t arrived in time, you would have committed a serious breach!”
Tuoba Qiyue remained silent, avoiding further argument. For some reason, Ye Yu noticed that ever since she’d met her parents, she seemed much more restrained. But this was family business, and he had no place to interfere.
Ye Yu took the responsibility upon himself, saying, “Please, don’t be angry, Uncle. I was the one who needed the Heavenly Soul Fruit and asked Senior Sister for help. It was rather abrupt on my part. How about this—I can purchase it. Spirit stones, artifacts, rare resources, whatever you desire, just name it!”
Tuoba Encheng was about to respond when Ge Qingzhi abruptly slapped the table, startling him into silence. After a wary glance at her, his posture became notably more restrained.
Ye Yu, observing this scene, quickly realized who truly held the reins in the household. Turning to Ge Qingzhi, he said, “Perhaps it would be best to hear Aunt’s opinion. Just let me know how many spirit stones are needed.”
In Ye Yu’s mind, any issue solvable with spirit stones wasn’t a real issue. He was more than well-off when it came to spirit stones. The real trouble would be if they asked for some rare artifact or material that he didn’t have on hand.
But to everyone’s surprise, Ge Qingzhi smiled brightly. “Soon, you’ll be family. Why bring up spirit stones? The Heavenly Soul Fruit is yours, as a gift!”
Ye Yu’s expression grew complicated. That last part was fine, but what did she mean by “soon, you’ll be family”? Was she truly misunderstanding their relationship?
Tuoba Qiyue quickly interjected, “Mother, Junior Brother and I don’t share that kind of relationship. We’re just ordinary fellow disciples.”
Ge Qingzhi replied calmly, “Your father and I were also just fellow disciples once. And look where we ended up—married! To me, a senior and junior disciple are a perfect match! I’m living proof of that.”
Tuoba Encheng’s brow furrowed as he muttered, “It’s not always that simple. Sometimes there are—”
Ge Qingzhi cut him off sharply. “We have a guest here. I’m warning you, don’t spoil the mood! Otherwise, you’ll regret it tonight!”
Tuoba Encheng pursed his lips, his posture shrinking even further. It seemed he had no say in the matter whatsoever.
Ye Yu shot him a look of sympathy. To be this henpecked was truly impressive. Uncle, it looked like your days were... challenging.
Sensing Ye Yu’s expression, Ge Qingzhi quickly explained with a laugh, “Oh, don’t misunderstand. I’m not always like this. It’s just that... my husband has a thing for strong-willed women, so I have to put on an act.”
Ye Yu forced an awkward smile. That excuse seemed far from convincing.
Ge Qingzhi seemed to realize how weak her explanation was and changed the subject. “Anyway, my little Qiyue here is an ideal match—kind-hearted, well-suited for family life. Once you two marry, you’ll be a very lucky man.”
Ge Qingzhi’s face lit up with delight, and she sent Ye Yu a silent message, Thank you.
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