I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

As night deepened and fewer people walked on the road, Wanchunlou became increasingly noisy and bustling.

As they left Wanchun Tower, Wen Wushuang watched Ye Chang'an's limping figure and finally couldn't help but take a half-step forward: "Senior Brother, did nothing really happen to you in Room 3 of the Heavenly Division just now?"

Ye Chang'an looked pale and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He wanted to tell those two blockheads in the Wen family directly, so they could avenge him.

But after being beaten half to death by a novice girl and forced to reveal the Wen family's secrets, he was too ashamed to speak up.

Furthermore, his father was already increasingly dissatisfied with him, and if the Wen family were to file a complaint against him, it would only make matters worse.

As he was struggling with this decision, he caught a glimpse of a pale blue figure chasing after him out of the corner of his eye, and his face turned deathly pale again.

Song Yao strode over to them and nodded gently, "What a coincidence, you're all returning to the Northern Shaking Sect too?"

Ye Chang'an was so startled by her greeting that his shoulders trembled, and he subconsciously took half a step back, almost bumping into Wen Wumian.

Suddenly, I felt like crying again.

What is she doing here?

Are you planning to beat him up again?

Wen Wushuang and Wen Wumian are still here!

He dared not refuse to answer, so he mumbled, "Yes, yes..."

Song Yao smiled and said, "That's perfect, let's go back together."

Ye Chang'an: "..."

Song Yao: "What's wrong? Is it inconvenient?"

Ye Chang'an laughed twice and said, "Convenient, of course it's convenient. Let's go."

As he spoke, he strode quickly to the front.

The two siblings from the Wen family didn't have time to think and hurriedly chased after them.

Jiang Jin was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was not right.

Ye Chang'an has always been arrogant and aloof, but after going to room number three, he seems like a completely different person.

Didn't you used to hate Lin Mu so much that you wanted to torture her to death?

Now they're actually being all nice and saying we can go back together?

He frowned and followed Song Yao: "You, what are you doing here? Where did you come from?"

Song Yao was so sleepy that she yawned and her eyes welled up with tears: "You talk too much."

Jiang Jin: "...I only asked two questions."

Song Yao: "I'll ask you a few questions."

Jiang Jin: "..."

She's always been so good-tempered, why is she like this tonight...?

There was a faint aroma of wine in the air.

Was it because of drinking alcohol?

He whispered a word of advice: "Isn't there a rule that those under the age of eighteen are not allowed to drink alcohol?"

"hold head high."

Song Yao rubbed her eyes and looked at him. "Are you going to tell on me?"

Jiang Jin choked on his words after being stared at like that: "...Me, how could I tell on you?"

"That settles it."

"..."

-

Back at the Northern Yao Sect, Chen He was still sitting in the courtyard.

Seeing Song Yao and Jiang Jin return together, he breathed a sigh of relief: "You two are finally back. This is, after all, the territory of the Northern Yao Sect. There might be danger here. Don't wander around next time. Go and rest."

"it is good."

The two parted ways and each went to their own bedroom.

Chen He hurriedly caught up with Song Yao with a cup of tea: "Seventh Senior Sister, you drank quite a bit of wine just now. This is hangover tea, which I brewed myself and it's still warm. Remember to drink some too."

"Thanks."

Having already drunk the hangover tea from my fourth junior brother, I couldn't very well refuse the request of my other junior brother.

Song Yao took it and lazily walked inside.

After walking a few steps, they suddenly heard a faint noise coming from inside the room.

She paused, and Chen He, taken aback, asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yao shook her head: "It's nothing."

"I'm going back to rest now. Just knock on my door if you need anything."

"Um."

After Chen He left, Song Yao pushed open the door and entered the room.

The doors and windows at the back were open, and a person was lying on the table.

Moonlight streamed through the window, scattering like shards of silver onto Chen Qingqiu.

She must have climbed in through the window; the pearl hairpin at her temple was askew.

With tears still wet on her face, she looked up at Song Yao through bleary, drunken eyes, her voice hoarse and trembling: "Master said that we should set the wedding date, and it would be best if Ye Chang'an and I got married this year."

Song Yao blinked in confusion.

Feng Zong wanted them to get married, so why did she come to her room crying?

Moreover, how did this dignified saintly woman turn into a crybaby?

She paused for a moment, then turned and closed the door behind her. She slowly walked over and placed the hangover tea on the table: "Want some tea? I'll sell you a cup for five spirit stones."

Chen Qingqiu was stunned, clearly not expecting that she would actually do business with him at this point.

Chen Qingqiu haphazardly took a jade pendant from his mustard seed bag and placed it on the table, then reached out to pour tea.

The way they drink tea is like they drink alcohol.

She choked twice, then lowered her eyes and tears fell even more profusely.

Song Yao glanced at the jade plaque.

There are 20,000 spirit stones inside.

With money in hand, everything is negotiable.

She fought off her drowsiness, nimbly sat down across the table, and adopted the demeanor of an extremely caring and gentle psychologist: "The Holy Maiden and Ye Chang'an are engaged; isn't marriage just a matter of time?"

Chen Qingqiu bit her lip, tears streaming down her jawline and splashing onto her clothes, leaving a small damp patch: "I had someone investigate him. I know everything about him—his character, his ways. Who would want to marry someone like that?"

Song Yao reached out and poured her some hot tea: "Then why didn't you refuse the marriage proposal back then?"

"..."

Chen Qingqiu suddenly looked up at her, tears welling in her eyes, her voice trembling, carrying a hint of bewilderment and resentment that she herself was unaware of, "It's all because of your senior sister."

Song Yao: "?"

The girl's knuckles turned white as she gripped the teacup: "Song Yao likes him so much, even to the point of turning against her fellow disciples for him, there must be a reason..."

Song Yao: "..."

No.

To find a reason, one might sacrifice the rest of their life.

Why isn't Chen Qingqiu thinking clearly?

She paused for a moment, unsure of what to say, then silently got up and went to close the window.

Chen Qingqiu lay slumped over the table, muttering drunken ramblings: "It's not entirely because of you, Third Senior Sister. My marriage to Ye Chang'an would benefit both Taiqing Pavilion and Beiyao Sect. Besides, besides, I wouldn't dare disobey my master's orders..."

"...You said she's about my age, how could she dare to do so many outrageous things?"

"If she were here, perhaps she could show me the way."

After Song Yao closed the window and returned, she poured her another cup of hot tea. Her voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of nasal congestion from catching a cold: "She's dead. What kind of guidance can she give you? Let me guide you instead."

Chen Qingqiu was taken aback and looked at her: "You?"

The boy put on a cloak, his eyes crinkling, and said seriously, "How about this, you let your master arrange her own marriage. What if she and Ye Chang'an hit it off? Or maybe she can get along with Ye Chang'an's father."

"It's fair that whoever benefits the most should go through the marriage alliance."

Chen Qingqiu: "..."

Should we... should Master arrange the marriage?

Isn't that just asking for death?

But it makes so much sense...

She struggled to process what was happening for a while, but Song Yao had already pushed open the door and walked out.

She had a sudden thought and stammered, "But...but doesn't Ye Chang'an's father already have a wife?"

Song Yao: "Oh, then it would be fine if your master married Ye Chang'an's mother."

Chen Qingqiu: "?"