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Wen Wuqing felt embarrassed, but since the words had already been spoken, he couldn't take them back. He could only bite the bullet and say, "I agreed on a whim. I can't go back on my word, can I? That would be so embarrassing for me."

"Besides, the auction was organized by our Wen family. Who gets in and who doesn't is entirely up to you."

The Wen family head only had this one son, so even if he was angry, he couldn't really do anything to him. After a long while, he coldly snorted, "You sure know how to cause me trouble. I can't give you the invitation."

Wen Wuqing grew anxious and opened his mouth to speak.

The head of the Wen family added, "When the time comes, just have them dress up as your servants and follow you in. I'll put in a word with them to make sure they're lenient with you."

"But one thing, never let them out of your sight."

Wen Wuqing breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed, his smile now showing more sincerity: "Thank you, Father."

The head of the Wen family chuckled in exasperation.

He's such a good son; when he's in a good mood, he calls me "Dad," and when he's in a bad mood, he calls me "Father."

Wen Wuqing watched the head of the Wen family leave, then turned around and quickly instructed the maid to prepare water for a bath, and also scented the newly made moon-white brocade robe with agarwood incense.

He can't wait to be a groom tonight.

……

Lin Zhixu had just finished washing up, put on an overcoat, and sat down at the table to wipe his sword when he heard a knock on the door.

He paused in wiping his sword. Yu Linzhou never knocked before entering his door, so why was he acting differently today?

He put down his sword, got up to open the door, and found Wen Wuqing standing outside.

Wen Wuqing changed into a moon-white brocade robe, his hair neatly tied up, and carried a pot of wine and two white jade cups. His smile was gentle: "Fellow Daoist Lin, you haven't rested yet, have you? I brought a pot of fine wine. Would you do me the honor of sharing a cup with me?"

Lin Zhixu's gaze lingered on the pot of wine for a moment before he stepped aside to clear the doorway: "Young Master Wen, you're too kind. Please come in."

Wen Wuqingmai stepped inside, his gaze subtly sweeping over the room.

Lin Zhixu's sword lay on the table, and the bedding was neatly folded, clearly indicating that he had no intention of resting yet.

He sat down at the table, placed two cups on the table, poured wine from the pot, and asked with concern, "This guest room is the best in the Wen residence. It's close to the water, and you can hear the sound of the stream at night. Is Fellow Daoist Lin finding it comfortable?"

Lin Zhixu sat down opposite him and smiled faintly: "It's very good, thank you for your trouble."

Wen Wuqing followed up by mentioning Li Erniu, his tone carrying a hint of probing, "I just passed by Brother Li's room and saw that the light was off. I suppose he's already retired for the night?"

Lin Zhixu hummed in agreement.

The entire Wen family was his spy network; how could he not know that Li Erniu hadn't returned to his room?

This is unnecessary and hypocritical.

Wen Wuqing stopped mentioning Li Erniu and instead praised Lin Zhixu's clothes, saying, "Fellow Daoist Lin's clothes are elegant in color and suit you very well. I have many newly made clothes here; if Fellow Daoist Lin needs any, just ask."

Lin Zhixu: "No need, I have enough clothes."

Wen Wuqing looked regretful. "How can you think like that? With Fellow Daoist Lin's looks and character, he deserves to wear something even better."

Lin Zhixu frowned.

Wen Wuqing smiled and said no more: "Speaking of which, I have known Fellow Daoist Lin for so long, but I still don't know how old you are or what level your cultivation has reached."

"The Wen family has a spiritual spring that is perfect for nurturing the meridians of cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage. If Fellow Daoist Lin is interested, I can take you there for a soak."

Lin Zhixu replied coldly, "I have only recently entered the Dao and my cultivation is weak. I cannot bear such a precious spiritual spring. Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Wen."

Wen Wuqing's eyes flickered slightly, but his face still held that gentle smile, though he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If you haven't been practicing Taoism for long, then you're no longer an old monster with the secret to eternal youth.

He had indeed had concerns before, after all, the cultivation world was full of old monsters who looked young but had actually lived for thousands of years. If Lin Zhixu was really that kind of person, he would still feel somewhat disgusted.

Now that he had confirmed that the other party was just a young man who had only recently entered the Dao, he was finally completely relieved.

He raised his wine glass, his smile becoming more genuine than before, and gestured slightly towards Lin Zhixu with a warm and sincere expression.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, it is truly an honor to drink with you today. I'll drink first as a sign of respect."

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then turned the empty glass upside down, leaving not a drop, displaying a graceful and decisive demeanor.

Lin Zhixu did not move, but simply looked at Wen Wuqing calmly.

Wen Wuqing's smile gradually faltered.

He put down his empty glass, his tone tinged with doubt and concern: "What's wrong? Don't you like drinking? Don't worry, this is fruit wine, it's smooth and won't make you drunk."

Lin Zhixu looked down at the amber-colored liquid in his glass, then picked it up and gently swirled it around his nose.

The easiest things to get drunk in this world are those wines that claim not to make you drunk.

He looked up, a faint smile curving his lips, but his eyes were icy cold. "Are you sure you want me to drink it?"

Lin Zhixu wanted to give him another chance.

After all, Wen Wuqing's performance during the time they spent together was quite good.

They had fought side by side, and he didn't want to think too badly of people.

Wen Wuqing's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He quickly composed himself and said, "What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist Lin? I came to see you hoping to share a drink and have some fun. It would be too impolite for me to drink alone."

As if he felt that this was not sincere enough, he added, "It's just a pot of fruit wine. If Fellow Daoist Lin is not a good drinker, he can just drink less."

Lin Zhixu's eyes darkened for a moment. He stared at him for a moment, then disappointedly drank the wine in one gulp.

From this point on, he would never be soft-hearted towards Wen Wuqing again.

Friends are something he's truly destined to never have.

Wen Wuqing almost held his breath as he watched Lin Zhixu put down the empty cup.

The bottom of the cup tapped softly on the table, and his heartbeat returned to a steady rhythm.

He suppressed the joy surging in his eyes, picked up the wine pot, and poured Lin Zhixu another full cup.

Lin Zhixu didn't touch the refilled cup. He simply stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and began to usher the guest out: "It's getting late, Young Master Wen, please leave."

Wen Wuqing certainly didn't want to leave, so he started trying to find topics to talk about.

As Lin Zhixu listened, he grew increasingly agitated.

Suddenly, a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen without warning. Caught off guard, he swayed and barely managed to steady himself by bracing his hands on the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

The rambling voice behind him stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, a hand rested on his arm.

Wen Wuqing's voice rang in his ear, filled with undisguised joy: "Fellow Daoist Lin? What's wrong with you? Are you drunk because you can't hold your liquor? Come, let me help you to bed to rest."

Lin Zhixu raised his eyes and looked at him coldly.

His breathing became heavier, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a very faint flush appeared on the skin of his neck hidden under his collar.

But his eyesight was still relatively clear.

Wen Wuqing felt a jolt in his heart when he saw that look.

He guessed that he might have used too little.

Lin Zhixu was more composed than he had expected.