Chapter 259 Becoming the Matchmaker, Maybe Your Performance Can Be Unparalleled in the Three Realms (Meng Po VS Senior Brother)

Zhang Qingyuan was in a state of extreme excitement and thirst for knowledge, and upon hearing this, he immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice:

"Yes, yes! I'll leave it all to Your Majesty's arrangements! Thank you for your trouble!"

Being able to live near the Ghost Emperor's Temple is a cultivation benefit that one could never even dream of.

Lin Yanxin suddenly remembered that the last time she came to the Netherworld, she seemed to have stayed in Meng Guichen's side courtyard of the Hall of Rebirth...

He couldn't help but glance quickly at Meng Guichen.

However, Meng Guichen was tilting his head slightly, admiring the flowing Styx River in the sky, seemingly unaware of the accommodation arrangements and completely oblivious to Lin Yanxin's complicated glance.

Lin Yanxin felt that stifling feeling rise again, and she swallowed back the objection that was on the tip of her tongue, uttering only two words stiffly: "Thank you."

Shen Tu seemed quite satisfied and immediately said, "I need to immediately oversee all the details of the Emperor and Empress's wedding procession; time is of the essence. So, I'll have Ma Mian take you two to the guest quarters for accommodation."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure dressed in black police uniform, sporting a huge horse-head hairstyle, and sporting a signature obsequious smile, suddenly darted out from some corner.

"Your subordinate is here! Rest assured, Your Majesty! Leave it to me! I will make sure everything is arranged perfectly, so you feel right at home!"

Horse-faced man rubbed his hands together enthusiastically, his big eyes darting curiously over Zhang Qingyuan and Lin Yanxin.

Shen Tu nodded and gave Zhang Qingyuan and Lin Yanxin one last instruction: "During your time in the Netherworld, you two are free to wander around, just avoid the forbidden areas and places of punishment. If you need anything, just give the order to Ma Mian."

After saying that, he winked at Meng Guichen.

Horse-face immediately bowed and led the way: "This way, please, gentlemen!"

Zhang Qingyuan hurriedly followed, still unable to resist looking around.

Lin Yanxin glanced at Meng Guichen, who was still standing there, and seeing that she was still not looking at her, she could only purse her lips, turn around and leave the square with Ma Mian and Zhang Qingyuan.

Only after the figures of the two people and the ghost disappeared into the corridor at the edge of the square did Shen Tu relax his straight shoulders.

He raised his hand and ruffled his red hair, exhaled a long breath, and turned to Meng Guichen, who stood calmly beside him:

“I say… I hope your method won’t backfire. I see that kid Lin’s face is almost as dark as the night sky. I hope he doesn’t actually run away.”

Meng Guichen then withdrew her gaze from the scenery, a lazy and sly smile curving her red lips, her eyes sparkling:

"What do you know, you brute who only knows how to fight and control the town?"

She glanced at Shen Tu with a slight sidelong glance, "Dealing with a blockhead like him who knows the truth but pretends to be confused is no use in slowly boiling him like a frog in lukewarm water."

"We need to give him a strong dose of medicine, make him feel sour, make him anxious, make him restless, so that his mind can't think of anything else except that one thing."

She leaned slightly closer to Shen Tu, her tone carrying a hint of imparting her wisdom, her voice even lower:

"The essence of 'playing hard to get' lies not in the act of letting go, but in the desire. You must first arouse his desire, to the point where he can no longer deceive himself, and then..."

She paused, her fingertips lightly brushing against her long hair. "Then, just the right moment, let him see it but not be able to grasp it, making him agonize over it. Only then will he let go of his pointless anxieties and pride, and obediently follow the path you've laid out."

Shen Tu, though called a brute, didn't get angry. Hearing this, his eyebrows shot up, he crossed his arms and couldn't help but retort:

"Hmph, yes, yes, I don't understand. I'm just easy to talk to, willing to play along with your act."

"Why don't you go find Ji Kang or Du Ziren, those two eccentrics? They might be more convincing than me when they act."

Meng Guichen gave a soft scoff, straightened up, elegantly adjusted the cuffs of his coat, and said leisurely:

"Forget it, all they care about is music and rhythm. They'll probably start discussing with me how to embody the balance of yin and yang in the wedding music while they're performing."

"The other one... would definitely think my makeshift stage wasn't elegant enough, affecting the style of his Southern Ghost Emperor. Only you..."

She looked Shen Tu up and down, his dazzling red hair and carefree handsome face, her smile deepening:

"His appearance is eye-catching enough, his acting skills are exaggerated enough, and his aura is intimidating enough. He is perfect as a brick to be thrown out to attract attention."

Shen Tu: "...Thank you."

Shen Tu had to admit that Meng Guichen was indeed very skilled at scheming against people.

No wonder it has been able to guard the Bridge of Helplessness for thousands of years, making countless lovesick and resentful ghosts obediently drink the soup.

"Alright, I guess I've completed my task with the brick? Now, how do you plan to showcase your jade?"

Meng Guichen's gaze fell on the corridor where Lin Yanxin and the others had disappeared, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "No rush. It's only just begun."

She turned and walked in the opposite direction from the imperial palace, her voice carried on the wind, carrying a hint of nonchalant arrangement:

"Lord Shen Tu, aren't you supposed to be busy with the wedding arrangements? Go ahead."

"Tomorrow, please have Horse-Face casually lead them past the Wangchuan Book Pavilion and the Sea of ​​Red Spider Lilies, which I frequent, several times, but don't get close, just observe from a distance."

Shen Tu instantly understood that this was to continue creating opportunities for chance encounters while maintaining a sense of distance.

He grinned and waved at Meng Guichen's retreating figure. "Got it! I'll make sure he's itching to get his way, and he'll still think it's all a coincidence!"

Watching Meng Guichen's departing figure, Shen Tu couldn't help but stroke his chin and chuckle, muttering smugly to himself:

"There is no Ghost Emperor in the Netherworld who is as considerate of his subordinates and caring for his colleagues as I am. If I were to quit this arduous job of guarding the gates of the underworld and become a matchmaker, I might be able to achieve unparalleled success in the Three Realms."

The next day, as expected, Ma Mian did his job diligently, wearing an overly enthusiastic smile, and led Zhang Qingyuan and Lin Yanxin to the venue to set up the wedding banquet.

He deliberately avoided the shortest route, instead taking a winding path through corridors and halls, and "just happened" to pass by the Wangchuan Library.

Horse-faced stopped at the opportune moment, raised his hand and pointed to the library, saying in a casual tone:

"Did you two distinguished guests see that? That is one of the treasures of Fengdu—the Wangchuan Library."

"The library inside is vast, with many rare and unique scrolls passed down from ancient times, and even a number of fragments recording the secrets of the Three Realms. This is where Lady Meng Po spends her most of her time."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yanxin's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

Through a half-open carved window, I caught a glimpse of a familiar, graceful figure leaning against a desk by the window, her fingertips seemingly lightly tapping the open scroll, her expression focused.

There does seem to be a striking red color nearby?

It felt as if a fine needle had suddenly pierced his heart, and a surge of emotions mixed with bitterness and inexplicable loss welled up within him.

He immediately turned his head away as if he had been burned, pursed his lips, and stared at the stone pavement under his feet that gleamed with a dim light, as if he wanted to stare a hole through it.

Horse-face seemed oblivious and continued leading them forward.

Before long, a boundless sea of ​​red spider lilies suddenly appeared before our eyes.

"Wow! This, this is the legendary sea of ​​red spider lilies?" Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, his eyes shining.