Chapter 181: Confessing to the Martial Sister

"Creak..."

Not long after, the room door opened.

Luo Zijun lowered his head and walked out of the room.

Fenfen, who was guarding outside the door, exclaimed in surprise: "You came out so quickly? You... huh, what happened to your face?"

Luo Zijun raised his head.

On his left cheek, a clear palm print had suddenly appeared.

Fenfen was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Who hit you?"

"Besides me, who else is in the room? You tell me who hit me."

Luo Zijun replied irritably.

Fenfen widened her eyes and said: "Luo Zijun, why did you directly hit yourself?"

She naturally did not believe that her young lady would hit someone.

Luo Zijun ignored her again, his mind heavy with thoughts, and walked away.

Bai Bai, whom he met downstairs, also widened her eyes at the palm print on his face and said: "Brother Zijun, was the palm print on your face hit by Sister Fenfen?"

"I hit myself."

Luo Zijun did not want to explain further, got onto the small boat, picked up the bamboo pole, and directly left.

The small boat sailed a certain distance.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the thin mist on the lake surface, looking toward the railing on the top floor of the pavilion.

That snow-white figure seemed to still be standing there.

It was not that he was bold and reckless, daring to say anything; in truth, besides this method, there was no other way.

He had thought about it for many days.

In the end, he realized that if Bai Daxiaojie became a concubine, then the marriage between Bai Niangzi and Xu Xian would not be quite proper, possibly not counting as a true marriage in the real sense.

In that case, the mission would not fail.

Moreover, in that case, Bai Niangzi would be with him and would not go marry someone else, so the mission would also not succeed.

This was the safest method.

Speaking of stepping back, even if Bai Niangzi became a concubine and was considered a true marriage, if the mission failed, it would definitely be better than if the mission succeeded.

Once the mission succeeded, his wisp of soul would immediately fly to another world, and he would certainly become foolish right away.

If the mission failed, perhaps the punishment would be to stay here, that wisp of soul could never return, and that would also be considered getting what he wished for.

Moreover, at that time, that voice had not mentioned the punishment for mission failure, so it was very likely that the punishment was: if the mission failed, that physical body over there would just die directly.

In that case, he would also have no loss.

Of course, it was also possible that wisp of soul would still have problems.

But now, at this moment, he had no other choice; he had to go all in.

So, he came to find the Bai family's eldest young lady, and then got slapped.

However, it seems this method is also not feasible.

In fact, he had prepared many persuasive words in his stomach, but he did not utter a single word.

Actually, even if he had successfully persuaded Bai Daxiaojie, this matter would not be very likely.

If other members of the Bai family knew, they would surely beat him to death.

Of course, he came here tonight not only to say that sentence "bold and reckless, greatly rebellious and unfilial," but also to test that Bai Daxiaojie.

The result was as expected.

The other party was taking a son-in-law, with no clear requirements, nor was it a careful selection, but rather a random choice of a person.

If he agreed to marry into the family, it was also possible.

So, now he could only reluctantly use the last method.

Tomorrow, go find the martial sister!

At worst, he would just be a bad person once, first reluctantly agree to marry into the Bai family to delay her marriage, wait until he cultivated to the Fen Shen Realm, completely rid himself of the mission, and then... immediately divorce her!

Although somewhat despicable, he could only do this.

Let it be considered as the other party owing him a favor in a past life; in this life, one stroke cancels it out.

From now on, nobody owes anybody.

Returning to the room, with no heart to cultivate, he lay on the bed again, thinking wildly for a while, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day.

As soon as the sky just brightened, he got up.

After practicing a few rounds of fists in the backyard to bolster his courage, he then went out, heading to Bao'an Hall.

The outside temperature suddenly dropped, and the sky also became overcast and gloomy.

On the branches of the roadside trees, there was a layer of frozen Qiu Shuang; the small vendors on the road were also frozen into a ball, constantly stamping their feet.

Winter was approaching, it was going to snow.

Luo Zijun exhaled white mist from his mouth, bought fried dough sticks and soy milk at the roadside stall, along with steaming hot tofu pudding, and then came to Bao'an Hall with a nervous mood.

The shop door was already open.

A warm stove was lit inside the shop; the indoor temperature was slightly warmer than outside.

Su Qingling was still wearing that plain white dress, sitting behind the counter, her face cold and clear as she pounded medicine.

Luo Zijun entered the shop full of cold air, placed the steaming hot breakfast on the counter, and said with a face full of concern: "Martial sister, aren't you cold? Why don't you wear a few more clothes?"

Then he looked at her small hand pounding medicine and said: "You should buy a pair of gloves to wear."

Speaking, he immediately turned around and went out the door.

Soon, he bought a pair of pink gloves and brought them back, handing them to her and saying: "Senior sister, put them on quickly, they're very warm."

Su Qingling was pounding medicine, ignoring him.

Luo Zijun hurriedly went back to the counter, snatched the pestle and said: "I'll pound it, you eat your meal, I'll wait for it to cool down."

Su Qingling gave him a cold look with her beautiful eyes.

Luo Zijun felt a little guilty, lowered his head and pounded the medicine, saying: "Senior sister, don't be afraid, I'm just concerned about you, I really have nothing to ask of you."

Su Qingling said nothing, opened the drawer beside her, and took out a small porcelain bottle from inside.

There were ten bottles in total.

Five bottles of Five Minerals Powder, five bottles of Yang-Strengthening Pills.

Luo Zijun silently took them, then glanced at her again and said: "Senior sister, you've worked hard, hurry up and eat."

As he spoke, he lowered his head again and continued pounding the medicine, his mood growing heavier and heavier.

At this moment, Su Dafang came down the stairs, saw the steaming hot breakfast on the counter, immediately walked over, picked up a fried dough stick, and while eating it, asked: "Why aren't there any wontons? Master loves eating wontons the most? This tofu pudding is sweet and sticky, disgusting."

Luo Zijun pounded the medicine and said: "If Master wants to eat, go buy it yourself."

Su Dafang glanced at him and said: "Your senior sister also loves eating wontons, you don't know that?" Upon hearing this, Luo Zijun immediately put down the pestle and said: "I'll go buy them!"

Saying that, he immediately left the counter, washed his hands, and then left the shop.

Su Dafang ate the fried dough stick in his hand, watched his hurriedly departing back, furrowed his brows, and muttered to himself: "It seems this matter is quite serious this time."

Su Qingling lowered her head, took small sips of the steaming hot soy milk, and did not respond.

Not long after, Luo Zijun returned carrying two portions of steaming hot wontons.

"Master, senior sister, eat while hot."

Luo Zijun earnestly handed them to the two of them.

Su Dafang took the wontons, his gaze sharp as he stared at him, his lips moved slightly as if he wanted to ask something, but after glancing at the counter, he held back again.

After finishing breakfast, he then shouldered the medicine chest and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he still couldn't help warning: "Boy, if you dare to anger your senior sister, Master will not spare you when I return!"

Luo Zijun said: "Master, you didn't just say last time to beat her well, to subdue her well?"

!

Su Dafang glared his eyes and said: "You can beat her, but you must not make her angry! Can't you understand this? Still a scholar!"

Luo Zijun said: "Master, I really still don't understand what you mean."

"Idiot!"

Su Dafang stopped wasting words with him, shouldered the medicine chest, and left the shop.

After he left, Luo Zijun then looked at the girl behind the counter and said: "Senior sister, what does Master mean by those words? Did you understand? Does it mean I beat you, and you won't get angry?"

Su Qingling took a sip of soy milk, with Bai Bai's soy juice on the corner of her mouth, her clear pure and alluring eyes looked at him, without answering.

Luo Zijun said: "Senior sister, there's soy milk on the corner of your mouth, stick out your tongue and lick it."

Su Qingling seemed about to stick out her tongue to lick, but suddenly stopped, her beautiful eyes coldly staring at him as she said: "You lick."

Luo Zijun also went over, took a sip of soy milk, then stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his own mouth, saying: "Just like this."

Su Qingling ignored him again, lowered her head and ate the wontons.

The steam rising from the bowl enveloped this pure and alluring little face, the pink moist cherry lips slowly opening and closing, Luo Zijun stared for a long while, his heart also struggling for a long while.

"Senior sister, why do you eat half and spit half? Is it not tasty?"

Su Qingling did not answer, finished the last one, then pushed the bowl to his front, her beautiful eyes coldly staring at him as she said: "You eat."

Luo Zijun was stunned, lowered his head to look into the bowl.

Inside were actually all half-bitten wontons, with only half remaining.

"Senior sister, you're insulting people!"

Luo Zijun was a little angry.

Su Qingling looked at him, said nothing.

"But being insulted by senior sister is also my honor!"

Luo Zijun immediately lowered his head and started eating.

After finishing the wontons, he drank all the soup in the bowl dry, then smacked his lips and said: "Fragrant!"

Su Qingling glanced at him a few more times, then lifted the cup, took a sip of soy milk, the soy milk suddenly overflowed from the corner of her mouth, she extended her pink little lily-like tongue, lightly licked the corners of her mouth a few times, then retracted it.

Throughout, her gaze remained fixed on him.

Luo Zijun couldn't help but say: "Senior sister, there's still soy milk in the cup, drink it up, it's very expensive."

Su Qingling actually did not refuse, lifted the cup again, took a sip, then extended her pink tongue tip, lightly licked a few times.

After several times, finally not a single drop remained in the cup.

Luo Zijun stood frozen in place, suddenly feeling something was wrong, hurriedly said: "Senior sister, I'll go out for a moment."

He hurriedly left the shop, blew in the cold wind outside for a while, after his mind cleared, he then returned to the shop.

The girl behind the counter had already shed her soul-stirring, bone-eroding allure, now with a face of pure coldness, lowering her head to apply something to her fingertips, as if she had suddenly become another person.

Luo Zijun dared not look again at her pure and alluring face that could topple nations, went over to tidy up, washed his hands, and then said: "Senior sister, I met a friend yesterday."

This matter really cannot be delayed any longer.

He moved a stool, entered the counter, sat beside her, continued pounding the medicine, lowered his head and said: "He is a man of outstanding talent, his previous aspirations were very lofty, but when I met him yesterday, you guess what? He actually became a matrilocal son-in-law at the marquis's mansion, becoming a matrilocal son-in-law of the marquis's mansion."

After saying this, he secretly raised his head, glanced at her.

Su Qingling still lowered her head, with a face of pure coldness, applying something to her nails, as if she hadn't heard his words just now.

Luo Zijun glanced at her pure and beautiful fair face and long eyelashes, continued: "After I inquired, I only then learned he had unavoidable hardships. But I feel, no matter what hardships a man has, even if it's death, he absolutely cannot become that lowly and humble matrilocal son-in-law."

"Senior sister, what do you think?"

The room fell silent for a moment.

Su Qingling finally lifted her head, her gaze falling on him.

"Senior sister, you..."

"Bang!"

"Ah..."

A moment later.

Luo Zijun covered his eyes as he walked out of Bao'an Hall, standing for a while in the bleak, cold wind at the doorway before heading to Chujian Bookstore.

Upon entering, Xiao Lan and Bi'er saw his appearance and immediately burst into a "puchi" laugh.

Going upstairs, Liu Chujian saw his appearance and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Zijun gege must have come from Su jiejie's place, right? If it were anyone else, they wouldn't dare hit Zijun gege."

Luo Zijun let out a sigh and sat down on the chair.

Liu Chujian poured tea, then obediently knelt before him, lifting her delicate little face as she stared at his bruised eyes for a while, smiling: "Zijun gege, how did you anger Su jiejie again?"

Luo Zijun sighed: "I just told her a story, and before it even began properly, she punched me—completely unreasonable."

Liu Chujian asked curiously: "What story? I want to hear it too."

Luo Zijun rubbed his eyes, glanced at her, and said: "Yesterday I met a friend..."

Liu Chujian smiled: "That friend is you yourself, Zijun gege."

Luo Zijun said: "... Chujian, he really is my friend. He's a extraordinarily talented scholar, and we haven't seen each other in ages. I never expected that when I asked about him, he would have become a matrilocal son-in-law at the marquis's manor, taking that role there..."

Liu Chujian stared at him, startled: "Zijun gege, are you planning to marry into the Bai family and become their matrilocal son-in-law?"

Luo Zijun blinked, embarrassed: "Is it really that obvious?"

Liu Chujian didn't answer, instead gazing at the bruise around his eye, and said: "I think Su jiejie hit you too lightly—why didn't she punch your other eye too?"

Luo Zijun: "..."

"Well then, Chujian, listening quietly is a sign of respect—I haven't finished my story yet, how can you rush to tarnish someone's reputation? My friend became a matrilocal son-in-law at the marquis's manor due to unavoidable hardships, he..."

Liu Chujian spoke softly: "I feel that no matter what hardships a man faces, even if it means death, he should never stoop to becoming such a lowly, despised matrilocal son-in-law, or he'll never hold his head high again in life—especially if he's a extraordinarily talented scholar who already has a beautiful wife and concubines."

Luo Zijun: "..."

(End of chapter)