"Are you a cultivator?"
Song Chen's heart sank. Cultivators have long lifespans, how could they be with an ordinary person like him?
Zhao Ziyi looked up at Song Chen, puzzled.
"What's wrong? I'm a cultivator, and I've already reached the first level of Foundation Establishment."
"Sigh!" Song Chen closed his eyes in disappointment. "If you were a cultivator, how could you be with me? The engagement is null and void. This is a token of my affection for you. I am just an ordinary person."
Song Chen took out a white jade box from his storage bag and handed it to Zhao Ziyi. Inside were several hundred pieces of Yuelu grass that he had just picked that morning.
He originally planned to sell the Yuelu grass, but when he saw Zhao Ziyi, he softened.
He wanted to give Zhao Ziyi more compensation.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyi immediately objected. He had finally managed to escape the original plot and avoid death, and he couldn't let Song Chen drive him away.
Unable to maintain his aloof persona, Zhao Ziyi hurriedly said:
"No, we must get married as soon as possible!"
Zhao Ziyi lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Song Chen's neck.
The force was so great that Song Chen was jolted off balance and staggered for a few moments before regaining his footing.
"You, how could you do this..." Before Song Chen could finish speaking, Zhao Ziyi pinched his mouth shut with two fingers.
Zhao Ziyi narrowed his eyes, mindful that the Song family had cultivators, and whispered a threatening breath in Song Chen's ear:
"If you disagree, I'll force you to make it a fait accompli!"
Zhao Ziyi's body was pressed tightly against Song Chen's, and Song Chen only felt an itch in his nose.
After listening to Zhao Ziyi's words.
Song Chen felt his blood rush to his head, and his whole body was steaming.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Marriage is a major event for cultivators, and they must appeal to the heavens. I am just a mortal and cannot stay with you forever."
Zhao Ziyi didn't care about any of that. "I don't care, we must get married as soon as possible, preferably today!"
Song Chen felt that things were getting absurd. Where did this guy come from?!
He turned his head away from looking and said:
"This is no child's play, Young Master Zhao, please have some self-respect."
Looking at Song Chen's slightly flushed face, Zhao Ziyi thought that this man was all talk and no action, and that he could be easily appeased.
So he stood on tiptoe and started kissing Song Chen's face in the air.
This intimate approach came so suddenly that Song Chen didn't even have time to look at him. He used all his strength to break free and then fled in panic.
But where can Song Chen escape to?
He ran all the way to his small courtyard, and in his panic, he came to the front of the house. As soon as he opened the door, a huge force pushed him from behind.
Song Chen turned around in astonishment, and Zhao Ziyi's cold face suddenly showed a wicked smile. With a flick of his sleeve, the door slammed shut.
Song Chen opened his mouth, but his mind went completely blank, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Before Zhao Ziyi could speak, he heard Xiao Si shouting loudly outside the door.
"Oh no! Oh no! Young Master Zhao has been dragged to bed by the Master!"
The shouts grew louder and louder, drawing countless echoes of response.
The area outside the door is just like a vegetable market.
"Go and call the housekeeper!"
"Go and call the housekeeper!"
"Go and call the housekeeper!"
Seeing things suddenly turn out this way, Song Chen felt his face go numb.
His reputation!
Song Chen struggled to sit up from the bed, but his wrists were firmly restrained by magic and he couldn't move at all.
"You, you let me go!" Song Chen shouted in a low voice, clearly lacking confidence.
At that moment, Zhao Ziyi suddenly reached out and took off his robe, which startled Song Chen so much that he quickly turned his head away and closed his eyes, but the rustling sound of the clothes rubbing together became even more obvious.
"Don't worry, I won't touch you. I'll just put on a show first. Once the marriage is settled, I'll tell you the reason!" Zhao Ziyi said these heartless words in a cold voice.
"Whose brother are you!" Song Chen retorted instinctively.
"Shh!" Zhao Ziyi said.
Song Chen then felt the young man reach out his hand towards his neck.
He tried to hide, but there was only a wall behind him. Dodging was just a matter of puffing out his chest, as if he were offering himself up.
With his clothes disheveled and his hair messed up, Song Chen was still thinking to himself, "If I had known this would happen, why would I have bothered spending half an hour getting ready?"
"Knock knock"
There was a knock on the door.
"Young Master Chen, Master, how could you be so foolish!"
Upon hearing the voice, Song Chen knew that the butler had arrived.
Zhao Ziyi withdrew the spell and tapped his shoulder with his finger: "Go quickly, they're calling you."
Song Chen was extremely frustrated, and what was even more pathetic was that he actually found Zhao Ziyi, who was being so disrespectful to him, quite adorable!
He sat up helplessly and opened the door, still disheveled.
Outside the door, the butler looked heartbroken the moment he saw him.
"Master, how could you do such a foolish thing! I have failed the Song family patriarchs of all generations! I have not raised the young master to be a virtuous man!"
The servants watching also had indescribable expressions.
"My lord! Oh!"
Just as Song Chen was about to explain, he felt a hand behind his waist.
The grip was incredibly strong; with a twist, Song Chen's face turned red, and he couldn't utter a word.
The next second, Song Chen gritted his teeth to keep from screaming. The hand that was pinching him had used a lot of force, so he could only clench his teeth.
"Old steward, since this has happened, there's no better time than today. I think we should finalize the marriage between Song Chen and me today."
Zhao Ziyi's face returned to its cold and aloof expression, his head held high as if he had suffered a great injustice.
The old butler exchanged a glance with Song Chen, but saw no resistance in Song Chen's eyes.
The housekeeper thought this young man was kind and righteous; even after such a thing happened, he didn't look down on Song Chen's character.
So the old butler made the decision on the spot.
"Let's set the engagement today and at this time. I'll set up the altar now, and you two can discuss the rest of the wedding arrangements yourselves."
The old steward was a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage who had taken care of Song Chen for over ten years. With a flick of his sleeve, the square bronze cauldron, over a meter tall, flew into the courtyard.
He took out two sticks of incense and handed them to Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi.
Zhao Ziyi happily accepted it.
Song Chen went along with it, taking the incense sticks and walking to the bronze cauldron.
A marriage certificate, presented to the heavens above and resounding throughout the nine heavens below.
It is a metaphor for the three realms, and the Way of Heaven bears witness.
To betray a beautiful woman is to deceive Heaven, and the sin of deceiving Heaven is punishable by death and the extinction of one's soul.
If a beautiful woman betrays her lover, it is against the will of Heaven, and she will be expelled from the Three Realms, never to be reincarnated.
With heaven and earth as witnesses and the sun and moon as proof, when Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi inserted the incense sticks into the bronze cauldron, wisps of blue smoke rose straight into the sky.
The two closed their eyes and prayed. Song Chen felt a faint connection with Zhao Ziyi next to him.
"Song Chen?" A cold voice suddenly rang in his ear, startling Song Chen.
Is this a telepathic transmission?
Song Chen couldn't help but turn his head to glance at Zhao Ziyi.
Zhao Ziyi gestured with his chin towards him and asked:
"Song Chen, is this telepathy? I wonder what the range of this telepathy is?"
"I don't know either."
"I have something to tell you. It's a huge secret."
Song Chen looked at the servants and stewards around him and waved for them to leave.
Before long, only Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi remained in the main courtyard.
Song Chen attempted to transmit his voice through his sea of consciousness:
"To be on the safe side, let's communicate telepathically through our minds."
Song Chen wasn't stupid; he could tell that Zhao Ziyi had come to the Song family alone because he had something to ask for.
Zhao Ziyi must have had ulterior motives for marrying him, an ordinary man.
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