Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

When Duan Yu learned that the groom was Murong Fu, one of the legendary figures in the martial arts world known as "Qiao Feng in the North and Murong in the South," and that the bride was A'Zhu, the daughter of his father and Ruan Xingzhu, he was relieved that it wasn't Zhong Ling or Mu Wanqing.

But then I started to berate myself:

"Duan Yu, no matter how good Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling are, they are still your own sisters. If they get married one day, you should be genuinely happy for them."

The Buddha said, "Rejoicing in the good roots of all sentient beings can eliminate pride and increase merit."

How can someone who can't even do this call themselves a Buddhist disciple?!

Besides, you already have the fairy sister in your heart, how can you have any thoughts about any other woman...?

After figuring it out, Duan Yu looked at Murong Fu again, and a line of poetry involuntarily came to mind:

There are gangsters, like cuts are like consultations, like cuts like grinding.

He is truly a gentleman, and my sister A'Zhu is so lucky to have married him.

Duan Yu then looked at the table opposite him, where his sister and Abi and others were sitting.

Duan Yu originally wanted to sit there and talk to his sister or sister Abi, but his father Duan Zhengchun insisted on pulling Duan Yu to sit next to him.

Prince Duan felt that with his son around, perhaps his female confidantes would restrain themselves a little.

As expected, yesterday it was all about these women targeting each other and talking about Duan Zhengchun, but today it's all about Duan Yu.

Li Qingluo looked at Dao Baifeng with a half-smile and said:

"A few days ago, a little thief appeared in my mansion. I thought he was dull-witted, so I didn't kill him. Instead, I kept him and made him a gardener."

"I never expected him to be your son. Heh, just as boring as you. No wonder Duan Lang is always running around when he has nothing better to do."

Duan Yu had been distracted and hadn't heard Li Qingluo's words clearly, but he seemed to hear her talking about him, so he quickly bowed and greeted her.

"Madam, you're here too."

Li Qingluo covered her face, her eyes blazing with anger, and retorted, "What? Am I that old?"

Duan Yu realized he had said the wrong thing and apologized repeatedly.

But Dao Baifeng, Qin Hongmian and others naturally seized the opportunity to mock her, just like when they first started arguing yesterday. The only difference was that Ruan Xingzhu was still watching A Zhu's back as she walked towards the bridal chamber, speechless for a long time.

She was an inadequate mother; after giving birth to Azhu, she hurriedly gave her away to avoid being discovered by her family.

Unexpectedly, Duan Zhengchun took pity on her and stayed with her for a long time.

So she gave birth to Azi, who was also given away...

Over the years, she had searched everywhere, but had lost contact with both children. She lived alone in a bamboo house by Little Mirror Lake, and how could she not feel sad about the absurd things she had done back then?

Fortunately, she found Azhu and a good home.

In her opinion, although Murong Fu and Duan Zhengchun were both men who liked to philander, that was just how outstanding men were in this world. However, Murong Fu was different from Duan Zhengchun in that he was very decisive and not afraid of anything. If he liked A'Zhu, he would marry her.

Unlike myself...

Therefore, as a mother, Ruan Xingzhu was quite satisfied with A'Zhu's fate, and even somewhat envious. She then turned her gaze to Duan Zhengchun, who was exhausted from dealing with other women.

Duan Yu, annoyed by the commotion at the table, turned and looked around.

Suddenly, he noticed a beautiful figure walking towards him.

Wang Yuyan carried Murong Lang to their seats and sat at the table opposite Duan Yu.

"Oh dear, I'm late. This little guy is going to be tough on you today."

Upon seeing Wang Yuyan, Duan Yu could no longer sit still. He immediately ran to Wang Yuyan, bowed, and said:

"Immortal... Ah, Madam Wang, you've also come to attend Young Master Murong's wedding today."

How have you been lately?

Zhong Ling, sitting next to Wang Yuyan, didn't react at first, but when Mu Wanqing heard Duan Yu address Wang Yuyan as Madam Wang, she immediately recalled what Abi had said before: that Duan Yu had occasionally tried to inquire about Madam Wang's private affairs.

At this moment, she realized that she had misunderstood Duan Yu before, thinking that Duan Yu was interested in Li Qingluo. Now she understood that Duan Yu had mistakenly called Wang Yuyan "Madam Wang," and that her brother actually liked Wang Yuyan.

Seeing Duan Yu shamelessly pestering a pregnant woman, Mu Wanqing suddenly felt disgusted by him.

How could someone who seemed a bit dim-witted and cute suddenly become so shameless?

Wang Yuyan no longer remembered Duan Yu, after all, they had only met once, and he completely forgot her after she changed her clothes.

Seeing that she didn't reply, Duan Yu tried to find something else to talk about:

"Madam Wang, is this your daughter? She's just as beautiful as you."

Wang Yuyan frowned, about to speak, when she saw someone come to her side, shaking his head and saying:

"No, no, she is not Madam Wang, but Miss Wang."

It wasn't Miss Wang, but rather Madam Murong.

Duan Yu suddenly saw a man stroking his beard and answering questions, and couldn't help but wonder, so he said:

"What Miss Wang, what Madam Murong? Who are you, sir?"

Bao Butong replied:

"I am the brother of my young master Murong. You're dressed impeccably, with slicked-back hair. And who are you?"

Zhong Ling said from the side:

"Brother Bao, this is my brother, his name is Duan Yu."

Bao Butong and Wang Yuyan instantly understood. They had heard of this person before. It turned out that he was also Wang Yuyan and A'Zhu's older brother and Murong Fu's brother-in-law.

Originally, Bao Butong thought Duan Yu had come to harass Wang Yuyan, so he came over to check. Now he understood what was going on, so he patted Duan Yu on the shoulder and strolled back to continue drinking.

In the distance, Qiao Feng, who was drinking with Murong Fu, also heard the noise. Seeing the young man named Duan Yu constantly staring at his younger brother and sister-in-law, he frowned and said:

"Brother, who is that Duan Yu? Why is he staring at your sister-in-law so rudely?"

I don't think he's a good person.

Murong Fu turned his head and saw Duan Yu, and couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

Come to think of it, Duan Yu and I can now be considered relatives.

Then he turned to look at Kumārajīva and asked:

"Master, is that the living sword manual you were going to burn for my father?"

Kumārajīva noticed Duan Yu as soon as he entered. Duan Yu's purpose in coming to Yanziwu had already been achieved, and obtaining the "Xiao Wuxiang Gong" was definitely an unexpected bonus.

However, the decades-long covetousness for the Six Meridian Divine Sword couldn't dissipate in just a few days. Therefore, his gaze hadn't left Duan Yu since earlier, and upon hearing Murong Fu mention it, he naturally performed a Buddhist salute and said:

"Young Master Murong, nothing can be hidden from you. I admire you."

Then, Murong Fu said with amusement:

"I'm also quite curious about that sword manual."

He then drank a cup with Qiao Feng and strolled toward Duan Yu.

"Hello, Young Master Duan. My wife told me you are her brother, so I should also call you brother-in-law."

Shall we have a drink?

Murong Fu walked up to Duan Yu and slightly raised his wine cup.

Just as Duan Yu was about to pick up his wine cup from the table, he saw Murong Fu's hand embrace the fairy sister's slender waist.

Duan Yu was struck dumb: "You, you, you?!"