Chapter 162: Subduing Master Jia, Baoyu Gifts the Sisters

The corridor outside the room.

A crowd of maidservants and nannies supported Jia Mu, arriving in a grand and hurried procession.

Jia Baoyu followed alongside.

Jia Zheng, Lady Xing, Wang Xifeng, and others also followed behind with hurried steps.

The group crowded around Jia Mu as they entered the door, seeing Lin Daiyu and the other young ladies standing at the entrance of the side hall, each with a different expression, silent and still.

Jia Mu hurriedly asked, "Daiyu, Xiangyun, what is happening inside?"

The young ladies looked at one another, not daring to answer.

That Young Master Luo was bold enough to beat the eldest master with a feather duster; they had no idea what the situation was like inside now.

They dared not listen, nor did they dare to look.

Thinking they had been frightened, Jia Mu hurriedly stepped forward herself, raised her cane to strike the door, and while hitting it, scolded: "Rebellious son! What day is it today, that you are beating your daughter at home! Open the door at once!"

She knew clearly in her heart that in this Jia Mansion, she was the only one who could go in to persuade and stop him.

No one else truly had that qualification.

"Creak..."

The door opened quickly.

But to everyone's shock and confusion, Jia She was actually all smiles, hurriedly bowing and scraping as he apologized: "Mother, please calm your anger. I am not hitting her anymore, I will never hit her again..."

The crowd was stunned, looking at one another, not knowing what had suddenly happened inside.

Lin Daiyu, Shi Xiangyun, and the others were even more astonished.

How could the eldest master, after being struck by a rod by that Young Master Luo, suddenly become so smiling and amiable?

Jia Mu was also stunned for a moment, then hurriedly looked into the room.

Jia Yingchun had already risen from the floor, head bowed, wiping away tears as she said: "Grandmother..."

Seeing her hair in disarray, her forehead and the back of her neck covered in welts from the rod, and her eyes red and swollen from crying with tear tracks all over her face, Jia Mu was instantly enraged. She swung the cane in her hand and struck out at Jia She, who was in front of her, scolding angrily: "Rebellious son! Are you trying to beat my granddaughter to death?"

Jia She dared not raise a hand to block, so he could only shrink his neck and dodge into the room, hurriedly begging for mercy: "Mother, please calm your anger! Mother, please calm your anger!"

Jia Mu chased straight in, swinging her cane, hitting and scolding as she went.

After she finished hitting him, she began to cry: "You rebellious son, this girl was not raised by you, so you don't feel heartache, is that it? Yingchun was raised by me from a young age; if you want to beat her to death, why don't you beat me, this old thing, to death first? Come and hit me! Come and hit me!"

Jia She was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a "thud," kowtowing and begging for forgiveness.

Jia Zheng, Lady Xing, Wang Xifeng, and some guests all entered and gathered before Jia Mu to persuade her.

At this moment, someone noticed that there was still a young man in the room.

However, everyone was busy persuading Jia Mu at the moment, so they were merely surprised in their hearts and did not ask further.

Luo Zijun took advantage of the chaos and prepared to leave.

Jia Mu had long since noticed him and suddenly asked: "Who is this young master, and why does he seem a bit unfamiliar?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the gazes of everyone inside and outside the room fell upon him.

Luo Zijun had no choice but to stop and bow with cupped hands.

Jia She hurriedly said: "Mother, Zijun is a guest I invited. Zijun is overflowing with talent and has rare character; he is a seedling who will surely pass the imperial examinations in the future."

This praise made Lin Daiyu, Shi Xiangyun, and the others, who had just witnessed that scene, even more stunned.

Jia Zheng also hurriedly explained: "Mother, this young master is Luo Zijun, the great talent that the Imperial Concubine is looking for."

Upon hearing this, Jia Mu's eyes instantly lit up: "So it is him!"

She then looked the young man before her up and down, becoming even more delighted and surprised: "I truly did not expect the young master to be so young, and to have such a handsome appearance. Those few poems and those few books were written truly well; even the Imperial Concubine could not stop praising them after reading them."

Luo Zijun hurriedly lowered his head and spoke a few words of modesty.

Jia She took the opportunity to rise from the ground and said with a fawning smile: "Mother, Zijun not only has great talent, but his ability to teach is also excellent. He teaches at the Baifu School, and I hear that all the students at the Bai Mansion are eager to learn and full of praise for him. My thought is that in the future, we should let Yingchun, Tanchun, and Daiyu go to the Baifu School to attend classes and interact more with Zijun; that would be better than studying at home."

Jia Zheng looked at him and frowned.

This was not just selling his own daughter; he was even selling his nieces!

Had it not been made very clear before? This young man already had a wife at home; why was he suddenly acting so fawning, actually taking the initiative to send his daughter and nieces over?

What had happened just now?

Jia Mu acted as if she had not heard, wiped her tears, and looked at the young man in the room with some embarrassment: "Such a thing suddenly happening at home has made the young master laugh at us."

She then hurriedly instructed the others: "Tanchun, you quickly take Young Master Luo to the back to rest and treat him well. Feng-ya'tou, you don't stay here either; hurry off to attend to the other guests. As for the rest, those who should leave, go and busy yourselves."

The group left immediately.

Jia Yingchun was wiping her tears and about to follow them out when Jia Mu hurriedly said: "Yingchun, you stay; I still have words to ask you all."

Jia Zheng also prepared to withdraw.

Jia Mu looked at him and said: "You stay as well."

Seeing this, Lady Xing, Lady Wang, and the others immediately withdrew together.

Outside the door, Lin Daiyu, Shi Xiangyun, and the others also left with their maidservants and nannies.

Soon, only Jia Mu, her head maid Yuanyang, the brothers Jia She and Jia Zheng, and Jia Yingchun remained in the room.

Yuanyang supported Jia Mu as she sat down on a chair.

Jia She hurriedly went over to pour tea and handed it over with a fawning expression.

Jia Mu snorted, reached out to take it, glanced at him, and said: "Speak, what is going on? Why did you suddenly start beating Yingchun?"

Jia She gave a bitter laugh and said: "That girl is disobedient and actually dared to talk back to me."

Upon hearing this, Jia Mu glared at him and said: "Nonsense! Yingchun was raised by me from a young age; she has always been the most honest and filial among the sisters. How could she possibly talk back to you? You only need to give her a look and she is frightened to tears; how could she talk back to you?"

Jia She hurriedly shouted at his own daughter: "You come over here yourself and tell the Old Ancestor: did you or did you not talk back to your father just now?"

Jia Mu's gaze also looked over.

Jia Yingchun lowered her head and came before Jia Mu. Just as she was about to kneel, Jia Mu immediately grabbed her hand, pulled her into her embrace, and said: "Good granddaughter, do not be afraid. Tell the Old Ancestor the truth: what happened just now? If your father dares to hit you again, the Old Ancestor will certainly not spare him."

Jia Yingchun's eyes were red, and she was about to cry again. She said, "Father is not wrong; it is right for him to hit me. I did not listen to what he said. He wanted me to marry Young Master Luo, and I was unwilling, so I talked back to him."

Jia Mu was startled upon hearing this. She looked at her with some surprise and said, "You actually talked back to your father? When did your courage become so great?"

Jia She snorted coldly, "I'm afraid she learned it from going out often and associating with those disreputable people."

Jia Mu's face darkened, and she said angrily, "Yingchun has always known propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame, and she knows her place. How could she associate with disreputable people? Even if she were to learn, she has always been by my side learning! Are all the people around me disreputable? You rebellious son, are you pointing at the mulberry tree while cursing the locust tree, scolding your own mother for not teaching her well?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Jia She was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt on the ground again, trembling as he apologized, "Mother, you have scared your son to death! Even if you gave your son a hundred times the courage, I would not dare to scold you!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly kowtowed.

If these words were to spread, he would be drowned by the spittle of others.

"You bastard, if you don't know how to speak, then shut your mouth!"

Jia Mu scolded him a few more times. Seeing that he was getting on in years and was the head of a mansion, and that today was his granddaughter's birthday banquet, she had no choice but to keep a straight face and say, "Get up."

Jia She hurriedly stood up and stood to the side, not daring to speak again.

Jia Mu looked at the person beside her again and asked in a soft, gentle voice, "Yingchun, how did I hear that you are very fond of that Young Master Luo? Why, when your father decided for you to marry him, were you unwilling? I just saw that young man; he is indeed a dragon among men, handsome in appearance, elegant in temperament, and overflowing with talent. He will certainly not be a creature of the pond in the future. If you marry him, although it is marrying down, it is not impossible."

Jia Yingchun lowered her head, her eyes red, and said, "I... I only admire Young Master Luo's talent, I... I do not like him."

Jia Mu smiled, "You have only known each other for a few days; naturally, there is no talk of love between a man and a woman. Once you have known each other for a long time, or lived together for a period, you will naturally like him."

Jia Yingchun bit her lip and did not speak again.

At this time, Jia Zheng, who was on the side, could not help but speak up, "Mother, actually this matter... has another reason."

"Oh?"

Jia Mu's gaze turned to him.

Jia Zheng gave a bitter smile and had no choice but to brace himself and say, "That Young Master Luo actually already has a sweetheart."

Upon hearing this, Jia Mu gave a mocking laugh and said, "I thought it was some major event. Our Jia Family is not that kind of unreasonable, overbearing household. As long as a man has ability, having three wives and four concubines is nothing. Yingchun is an honest child and not the type who likes to bully others. When the time comes, just let that Young Master Luo's sweetheart enter the door and be a concubine; wouldn't that work?"

Jia Yingchun lowered her head and remained silent.

Jia Zheng said with a bitter face, "My elder brother and I thought the same way before, and we explained it to that Young Master Luo. It's just... it's just that Young Master Luo's attitude is very firm; he cannot bear to let his sweetheart be a concubine."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jia Mu immediately frowned and said, "Then what does he mean?"

Jia Zheng glanced at his elder brother and lowered his head, saying, "He refused."

"Refused?"

Jia Mu was stunned, then her face sank. She looked at her granddaughter again and said, "Yingchun, so, in order not to make things difficult for that Young Master Luo, you deliberately said you didn't like him and weren't willing to marry him, preferring to be bold enough to talk back to your father, is that it?"

Jia Yingchun lowered her head and said weakly, "I... I just don't like him..."

"Hmph!"

Jia Mu immediately snorted coldly and said, "I don't know you? You call this not liking him? You already like him so much that he is in the very tip of your heart! I was wondering why you were suddenly so bold as to talk back to your father; it turns out it was to keep that boy from being in a difficult position. You, oh you, from childhood to adulthood, you always think of others first and never think of yourself. You are a Young Lady of the Jia Family; why must you wrong yourself like this? If you like him, you like him; if you don't, you don't. What are you afraid of?"

Jia Yingchun wiped her tears and said in a low voice, "But... but he, he is not willing..."

Jia Mu glared and said, "If he is not willing, can't you find a way to make him willing? Just like your father said, you go to the Bai Mansion every day to listen to his lectures, go talk to him every day, and get to know him for a longer period. With your status, can you still not win over that penniless boy?"

Jia Yingchun lowered her head and did not speak again, but in her heart, she was secretly sad: Young Master Luo is overflowing with talent and has high moral character; he is so true and sincere to his sweetheart that he wouldn't look down on my status at all.

"Sigh, you silly girl, you've been like this since you were small, with no ideas of your own. If it were Tanchun, she would have long since made that boy submissive and brought him back."

Jia Mu sighed and had no choice but to look at Jia She and Jia Zheng and ask, "What do you two think?"

Jia Zheng smiled bitterly, "Mother, after these few contacts, your son can see that Young Master Luo is different from other men. If he is truly unwilling, no matter what Yingchun does, it will be of no avail."

Jia Mu frowned and looked at Jia She, "You speak."

Seeing her ask, Jia She dared to speak and hurriedly lowered his head, saying, "Your son thinks there is still hope. Young Master Luo might only be saying he is unwilling so as not to bear the stigma of climbing the social ladder and abandoning his original wife. We can find a way to persuade his sweetheart to take a step back and become a concubine. If that woman truly likes Young Master Luo, for the sake of his future, she would certainly be willing."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jia Mu's expression shifted, and she nodded slightly, "That is indeed a method."

Jia Zheng, who was on the side, said, "Elder brother's method is indeed possible. However, I fear that if Young Master Luo finds out, he will be unhappy."

Jia She smiled, "What is there to fear? We have good intentions; he might even be secretly happy when he finds out."

Jia Zheng glanced at him, unable to help but secretly complain in his heart: Do you think everyone is like you, accepting all comers and the more the better?

Jia She suddenly added with a fawning smile, "Mother, in case that still doesn't work, your son has also figured it out: just let Yingchun marry over as a concubine first, and let's turn that boy into a member of our Jia Mansion first."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jia Zheng's face changed completely.

Jia Yingchun was startled, and her dim eyes were suddenly filled with light.

Jia Mu suddenly stood up, picked up her cane from her feet, looked at Jia She, and said, "Come, kneel down."

Jia She: "..." Jia Mu suddenly brandished the cane in her hand and rushed over, hitting and scolding him again: "You rebellious son, you want to lose all the face of my Duke's mansion, don't you? You want to lose all the face of the Noble Consort, don't you? I will beat you to death today to save you from harming my Jia Family again!"

Jia Zheng and Yuanyang hurriedly went up to break up the fight and persuade her.

Jia She was so panicked that he dodged all over the room, but he did not dare to open the door and escape, his mouth just constantly apologizing.

Jia Yingchun stood there blankly, her expression dazed.

At the same time.

Jia Tanchun brought Luo Zijun to a room in the back, and after speaking with him for a while, she hurried off to entertain other guests.

Seeing her leave, Jia Baoyu immediately went over and crowded to Luo Zijun's side, unconsciously grabbing his hand and saying, "Brother Luo, why were you also in the room just now? Did you also go to stop the fight? What was the situation at the time? I heard from those maids and nannies that the eldest uncle even hit you?"

Lin Daiyu, Shi Xiangyun, and the others also followed here, and their expressions were strange upon hearing this.

Luo Zijun pulled his hand back with force and said, "The eldest master only hit me by mistake. The eldest master and I were conversing harmoniously; there was no conflict."

Jia Baoyu asked curiously, "I heard from those maids and nannies that the eldest uncle was very angry at first, hitting and scolding the second sister inside, and even when Lin Meimei and the others went, he told them to get lost and said he would hit them too. But how is it that when Brother Luo went in, by the time we arrived, the eldest uncle was suddenly full of smiles? What did Brother Luo say to the eldest uncle?"

Luo Zijun said indifferently, "I just earnestly spoke some reason to the eldest master. The eldest master listened, immediately realized his mistake, and then was full of smiles."

!

Lin Daiyu: "..."

Shi Xiangyun: "..."

Why don't you mention that you snatched the feather duster from the eldest master and gave him a hard whack on the head?

However, they really couldn't figure out why, after this young man gave the eldest master a hard whack, the eldest master suddenly calmed down, stopped scolding, and when he finally opened the door, he was unexpectedly full of smiles, and even praised this young man in front of so many people.

How on earth did he manage to do that?

The few of them had just racked their brains, yet they could not think of the reason.

Jia Baoyu pressed himself directly against Luo Zijun, grabbed his hand, and exclaimed with a face full of worship and admiration: "Only a master like Brother Luo could persuade my uncle with reason; even if my father were to speak, my uncle would not listen. To be able to see such a peerless, fine man as Brother Luo today, I, Jia Baoyu, have not lived this life in vain!"

Immediately, he suddenly pulled out his own sweat-cloth and said with a face full of sincerity and excitement: "Brother Luo, if you do not mind, how about we exchange sweat-cloths and become sworn brothers?"

Luo Zijun: "..."

"Ah!"

Just as Jia Baoyu was grabbing his hand and rubbing against him, he suddenly felt a wave of scorching heat strike his waist, let out a miserable shriek, and immediately jumped up from where he was.

Luo Zijun silently withdrew his finger.

"Young Master, what is wrong?"

Xiren and the other maids, hearing the cry, hurried over to check.

Jia Baoyu looked down at his waist and hissed: "What is that, so scorching hot?"

Several maids also hurriedly looked down to check.

But there was nothing there, and the clothes were completely undamaged.

Luo Zijun said: "I suppose the sun had been baking the chair for too long; Brother Baoyu should sit in the shade opposite instead."

Jia Baoyu rubbed his waist and laughed: "It is nothing, sitting for a while will be fine."

As he spoke, he moved close to his side again to sit down, extended the sweat-cloth in his hand before him, and said with a smiling face: "Brother Luo, where is yours?"

Luo Zijun's mouth twitched, and he said: "I never use a sweat-cloth."

Jia Baoyu was stunned and asked curiously: "Then if Brother Luo sweats, how do you wipe it off?"

Luo Zijun did not answer; he raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead.

Then he turned his head and said to the side: "Xiaohuan, Ziyuan."

The two young maids answered and immediately took out their own handkerchiefs, came to his side, and used the handkerchiefs to wipe his forehead, one on the left and one on the right.

"Pfft..."

Lin Daiyu and the others on the opposite side covered their mouths and giggled.

Jia Baoyu was suddenly somewhat embarrassed; he sheepishly took back his sweat-cloth and said: "That is true, if a man has sweat, he should just wipe it himself; letting maids wipe it is also fine. Only girls would carry fragrant sweat-cloths and handkerchiefs on them all day long."

Having said that, he suddenly acted fiercely, threw the sweat-cloth in his hand away, and said angrily: "I have long said I do not want to carry this thing, but they insisted on making me carry it. A refined and handsome man like Brother Luo does not carry one, yet a useless person like me has to carry one all day long—neither man nor woman, it is shameful to death! If anyone makes me carry it again, I will fight them to the death!"

The few young maids nearby did not dare to make another sound.

Qingwen, however, said crisply: "It was the Old Ancestor who made you carry it, not us. If you have the ability, go vent your anger at the Old Ancestor; why take it out on us?"

Jia Baoyu's face flushed red, and he could only stomp his feet and say: "I will go talk to the Old Ancestor later; I will never carry this shameful thing again."

Qingwen picked it up from the ground, handed it to Xiren nearby, and ignored him further.

Lin Daiyu suddenly laughed: "Baoyu, it is one thing for you to act crazy and foolish in front of your own people, but now that we have finally waited for Young Master Luo to come, you are acting crazy and angry in front of him; are you not ashamed?"

Jia Baoyu retorted with a red face: "You are the one who is shameful!"

Lin Daiyu was startled and immediately said angrily: "How am I shameful?"

Jia Baoyu said: "Are you not the one who waits all day for Brother Luo to come so you can discuss those books and poems with him? Today, when he finally came, you acted all shy and sat far away, not daring to come over and talk. You have no courage, so I find that shameful."

Lin Daiyu's face turned red, and she said annoyedly: "Is it not you who has been pestering Young Master Luo to talk? And you even pressed so close, constantly grabbing his hand, not caring if he is willing or not. We did not dare to come over and disturb your refined interest."

"You..."

"What about me? If you cannot win the argument, are you going to get angry and scold me? Go ahead and scold me, I will go tell Grandmother and my uncle."

Lin Daiyu huffed and stood up to leave.

Upon hearing this, Jia Baoyu hurriedly apologized with a smile: "Good sister, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

As he spoke, he hurriedly bowed and pleaded for forgiveness.

Lin Daiyu then huffed, looking proud and petulant, and sat back down.

Jia Baoyu did not dare to argue with her again; he leaned toward Luo Zijun and said: "Brother Luo, I have let you see a joke. I am usually like this with these sisters; we often bicker, but there is no real conflict."

Luo Zijun said: "Only when the relationship is good do people bicker. Brother Baoyu is truly the envy of others to have these sisters growing up with you."

Shi Xiangyun suddenly asked: "Does Young Master Luo not have any sisters at home?"

Luo Zijun looked at her and said: "I have an older sister who married long ago; it was my sister and brother-in-law who raised me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent.

Lin Daiyu did not know what she was thinking of, but her eyes suddenly turned red, and she nearly shed tears.

Jia Baoyu hurriedly said: "If Brother Luo likes it, you can come here often in the future, or you can just stay here. Usually, we brothers and sisters read and play together, happy and carefree—is that not more comfortable than you being at the Bai Mansion?"

Luo Zijun smiled and did not speak.

Qingwen said crisply: "Young Master Luo is not a person of our Jia Mansion. Even if he were to stay, it would be impossible for him to live with the young ladies like the Young Master does. Men and women are different; there must always be some avoidance."

Jia Baoyu sighed and said: "It is a pity that Brother Luo is unwilling to marry the Second Sister; if you were married, you could move in."

Qingwen laughed: "Even if you were married, it would not work; you would have to move out after marriage. However, if you were to marry into the family as a son-in-law, you could live in the mansion. Young Master Luo, are you willing to marry into the family?"

Xiren hurriedly whispered: "Qingwen, do not talk nonsense."

Qingwen laughed: "I am just joking, Young Master Luo would not mind."

Luo Zijun looked at her and said: "If Miss Qingwen were to serve me, I might consider it."

Qingwen giggled, her bright eyes and white teeth showing, and said: "If Young Master Luo has the ability to say this in front of the two masters, I am sure the First Master and Second Master would agree. If they agree, this servant naturally would not dare to disagree."

Luo Zijun thought to himself: This little maid is indeed sharp-tongued; she dares to retort to anyone.

Who knew that at this moment, Jia Baoyu suddenly pulled him and said: "If Brother Luo is willing, we will go find my uncle and father right now. If Brother Luo is unwilling to marry the Second Sister, then marrying the Third Sister, or Xichun, would all be fine."

Luo Zijun: "..."

Lin Daiyu, the other young ladies, and all the maids and nannies were also speechless.

At this time, Jia Tanchun suddenly entered from the doorway with Bai Qingtong and laughed: "Baoyu, what nonsense are you spouting again?"

Bai Qingtong glanced at Lin Guniang, who possessed an peerless appearance in the room, then looked at the other young ladies, before finally turning her gaze toward Luo Zijun opposite her, her brows twitching slightly.

Luo Zijun rose and cupped his hands: "Miss Tanchun, Third Miss."

Lin Daiyu suddenly spoke with a smile: "We were discussing the matter of Young Master Luo marrying into the Jia Mansion; Young Master Luo has agreed, but he wants Qingwen to serve him, and Qingwen has also consented. Baoyu is preparing to drag Young Master Luo to see our two uncles, only it hasn't been decided yet who exactly Young Master Luo should marry into. In order to see Young Master Luo every day, Baoyu is even prepared to sell all three of you sisters."

After she finished speaking, the maids and nannies nearby all burst into laughter.

Shi Xiangyun said with a smile: "Brother Baoyu is impatient; if you hadn't come, he would have already dragged Young Master Luo away by now."

Upon hearing this, Jia Tanchun knew they were joking, and seeing the harmonious and joyful atmosphere with everyone full of smiles, she glanced at the young man again and thought to herself: If he could really be kept in the Jia Mansion, that would naturally be for the best.

"Alright, stop joking, let's go, let's head to the front to eat, and we can chat while we eat."

She then smiled and added: "Young Master Luo, sit with us later, there is no need to avoid anything. Everyone wants to talk with you and hear you speak about poetry and essays. There will be a poetry-reciting and couplet-matching program later, and everyone wants to see Young Master Luo's true abilities."

Jia Baoyu clapped his hands and said excitedly: "Brother Luo, let's go!"

As he spoke, he went to take his hand again.

Luo Zijun wished he could kick him to death, and hurriedly reached out his hand toward Xiaohuan at his side, taking hold of her small hand.

Jia Baoyu prepared to take his other hand.

Luo Zijun had already reached out his other hand and taken hold of Ziyuan on the other side.

Ziyuan almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Jia Baoyu, however, remained oblivious and felt no awkwardness, saying with a face full of smiles: "Many self-proclaimed talented scholars have come today; Brother Luo must teach them a good lesson later."

Luo Zijun held the two Young Maids, a smile on his face, ignoring this fellow who was interested in both men and women.

Lin Daiyu stood to the side, covering her mouth and laughing until she could barely stand; her delicate and slender body truly swayed like a willow in the wind.

Jia Tanchun rolled her eyes and said helplessly: "Let's go."

The group left the room and walked toward the front.

Along the way, Jia Baoyu kept talking excitedly, wanting to get close to Luo Zijun, but he was blocked on both sides by Xiaohuan and Ziyuan, making him so anxious he scratched his ears and cheeks, yet he was too embarrassed to tell them to move away.

Just as Luo Zijun was feeling disgusted, Bai Qingtong came over from the side.

Seeing this, Ziyuan hurriedly stepped aside.

Bai Qingtong whispered: "Does Sir really want to marry into this place?"

Luo Zijun said: "Naturally, it is just a joke."

Bai Qingtong smiled, glanced at the delicate and moving Lin Guniang in front, and said nothing more.

(End of chapter)