"Madam Mu, you want to trick my wife into fighting for your husband's fame and fortune. Did you even ask for my opinion?"
Behind them, Yuwen Sheng appeared out of nowhere. He walked over and stopped beside Zheng Quchi, but didn't even bother to give Mei Ruoling a subtle expression.
Zheng Quchi met his eyes, and the next second, he launched a dazzling smile attack.
What brings you here?
Yuwen Sheng's originally gloomy expression became difficult to maintain after her smile. He glanced away, his gaze falling on the air.
When Mei Ruoleng saw Yuwen Sheng, her pupils contracted as if pricked by needles. In this world, few people are unafraid of Yuwen Sheng.
"General, this matter has nothing to do with you. As long as Sang Xuanqing agrees, that's fine," she said firmly.
Yuwen Sheng glanced at her, a faint, mocking smile escaping his throat: "She is my wife, and who are you?"
Seeing the tension between the two escalating, Zheng Quchi interrupted loudly, raising his hand to ask, "I just want to ask, is the Jichun Craftsmen's Association open to both men and women?"
Yuwen Sheng looked at her, and Mei Ruoling paused, as if recalling the rules: "I haven't heard that women are not allowed to participate, but since its inception, everyone has assumed that all craftsmen are men..."
If there's no explicit rule—"Then there's no problem, I agree." Zheng Quchi made the final decision.
Mei Ruoling glanced at Yuwen Sheng subconsciously, but unfortunately, the other party was wearing a mask, and his expression was inscrutable, so she couldn't see anything. Then she asked Zheng Quchi solemnly, "Are you really sure about this?"
Zheng Quchi nodded: "Yes, I originally planned to participate as well. I heard that the prize money is particularly generous, and now I have even more reason to participate. I want to fulfill Uncle Mu's last wish. Although I may not have the ability to do so, I will do my best."
Hearing her say that, Mei Ruoling was genuinely moved. A rare smile appeared on her usually aloof face: "Good, good, she really is the one he has chosen."
After Mei Ruoling finished speaking, she raised her chin again and said, "Whenever I talk to someone, your Uncle Mu never dares to object. Your family's traditions still need to be rectified."
"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she ran away, with the speed of the wind, somewhat like someone who had just stirred up trouble and was now running for their life for fear of being caught and punished.
Zheng Quchi was left alone, smiling awkwardly, facing Yuwen Sheng's "storm" that was about to begin.
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