Chapter 296: June Frost

Mu Yuanzhi: "I don't care; if you think it's good, then it's good."

Gu Rongjin: "Actually I don't care either, what do you think?" He sat next to Mu Yuanzhi.

What do you think?

What do you think?

Qi Shihuai couldn't take it anymore; he stood up: "You guys decide, tell the general, Xiao Di, let's go."

"Okay." Pei Di didn't want to stay here and get in the way.

Qilin didn't mind; he was used to being an eyesore for Gu Rongjin here, idly cracking melon seeds.

Everyone else had left; only Mu Yuanzhi and Gu Rongjin then settled on whether you decide or I decide, deciding to go according to the original plan.

Mu Yuanzhi: "If it's really like we just analyzed, leaving might not be that easy; we need to stay highly vigilant."

Gu Rongjin nodded: "In short, as long as you and Xiao Qilin stay close to me, that's fine."

"What Xiao Qilin? When did I ever let you call me that?" Qilin gave a sideways glance.

Gu Rongjin: "Wasn't it you who threw a tantrum to have people call you Xiao Qilin?"

"I let my senior sister call me that; when did I let you call me that?" Qilin gave a sideways glance.

"I'm your master; I can call you whatever I want, no talking back."

"That was how many years ago..."

"One day as a teacher, lifelong as a father—didn't you hear? I'm your father!"

"Dad, give me some pocket money." Qilin readily spread his hand.

Gu Rongjin: "... You really have no qualms about meat and vegetables."

"Every time you guess my reaction, don't I lose face?"

Mu Yuanzhi stepped between them: "Alright, alright, you two kids, stop bickering."

"Hmph! For my senior sister's sake, I won't argue with you!"

"That's something I should say; looking at my wife's sake, I won't stoop to the level of a little brat." Gu Rongjin laughed and poked Mu Yuanzhi: "Wife, our son's grown so big—shouldn't we find him a match?"

"Shut up, Gu Rongjin!" Qilin was somewhat exasperated.

Mu Yuanzhi helplessly: "Don't provoke him, he's about to blow his top."

"I'm serious—Qilin is seventeen, right? It's time to talk marriage; we need someone to straighten him out."

"You've spoken your mind, Gu Rongjin, you're dreaming—I'm closer to my senior sister than own siblings; you'll never shake me off!" Qilin sat down and grabbed Mu Yuanzhi's arm: "I want to be with my senior sister for life."

Gu Rongjin: "What, you don't want to marry and stay single for life?"

"I don't care either way about marrying; I don't even have someone I like—where would I get married?"

"Let me introduce you to some nice girls."

"Senior sister, listen—he says there are a few nice girls; quickly check what's up with him!" Qilin hurriedly added fuel to the fire.

"You unlucky brat, believe it or not I'll whip you!" Gu Rongjin made a move to strike.

Qilin, relying on Mu Yuanzhi's presence, wasn't afraid at all: "What, feeling guilty?"

Gu Rongjin didn't argue with Qilin, but directly acted coquettish, grabbing Mu Yuanzhi's arm: "Wife, you gotta believe in your husband!"

"We'll see how you behave." Mu Yuanzhi huffed.

"Ah, how can this be, don't let Qilin brainwash you." Gu Rongjin clung tighter to Mu Yuanzhi's arm: "I'm really innocent."

Qilin: "See if you still dare to bring up getting me married."

"I'm doing this for your own good, you little brat—I'll find you a good... a girl who's good for you, to start a family and career, to make your Juechen Valley prosperous in population."

"Increasing the population by taking on a few disciples is simple."

"You're always circling your senior sister, zero disciples—do you still remember Juechen Valley? I see it turning into a deserted valley soon."

Gu Rongjin's words left Qilin silent; he furrowed his brows, feeling there was some truth to it.

He had indeed cast Juechen Valley to the back of his mind.

But he still has to watch over his senior sister, right?

"I... will go back after my senior sister gives birth." Qilin said.

"Really?" Gu Rongjin didn't believe it: "You suddenly grew up? Now your senior sister doesn't need your protection—never mind me for now—but the capital isn't the old domain of the Pei family anymore; the emperor is a benevolent and wise ruler, our life in the capital isn't as dire as before."

Qilin: "That's why I said after the little one is born, I'll go to Juechen Valley!"

"By then, I'll go back to Juechen Valley with you."

Over the years, she's actually never been to Juechen Valley; it's always been a regret.

She also wants to visit the place where her master and junior fellow disciples lived.

Gu Rongjin: "Sure, I'll accompany you back!"

Wherever the wife goes, he goes!

Mu Yuanzhi: "Okay, hearing Qilin and the master say Juechen Valley is beautiful, I've longed for it."

"If it's really good, we'll retire to Juechen Valley in the future." Gu Rongjin said.

Qilin nodded vigorously: "Great! Great!"

You're totally fine, you clingy pest!

It's not like I'm clinging to you—what's it to you?

You're clinging to my wife!

Alright, no more bickering—I'm hungry, let's go eat. Mu Yuanzhi grabbed one with each hand and pulled them up to go eat.

When there was still one day left before departure, Yingxu Jingcheng suddenly started snowing!

"How could this weather snow?" Mu Yuanzhi found it extremely strange.

It really is June frost!

Pei Di said, "Actually, this isn't strange in the Infant Void; the local geography and climate are special, and it will indeed bring a sudden temperature drop and heavy snow today."

Gu Rongjin reached out the window and caught a snowflake, pinched it in their palm, twisted it, and said, "But this snow is too coincidental."

It just had to start snowing when they were about to leave, and the snow shows a trend of getting heavier and heavier.

Qi Shi Huai said, "At this time I'm prone to conspiracy theories again—could it really be that someone doesn't want us to leave?"

Mu Yuanzhi said, "Artificial snow? It's not impossible."

Qi Shi Huai said, "After a blizzard, heavy snow blocks the roads—you can't leave even if you want to."

We can only stay here.

Gu Rongjin said, "Stay vigilant—it's always good."

"In short, everyone should try to go out together as much as possible."

Qilin said, "I definitely don't want to go out in this much snow."

The blizzard raged for a day; the palace sent over warm clothing and a brazier, and Mu Yuanzhi took the opportunity to ask the palace staff how the palace gate is now.

The palace attendant said everything was orderly; during the mourning period, the Nine Thousand Years will confer with the various ministers about which prince should succeed.

Since that day, the Nine Thousand Years hasn't come over; Mu Yuanzhi and the others went outside, saying it's a mourning period, but there's nothing solemn—no market closure, no special prohibitions, aside from hanging a few white lanterns, there's hardly any sense of mourning.

The little emperor has no heir; the new emperor should probably be picked from among the princes as someone easy to control—Mu Yuanzhi thought.

Will the person behind the scenes surface?