Under such humiliation, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and then slowly crawled over with her head down.
The desk was spacious, and because it was winter, a fur mat had been placed on it. She crawled in like that. From Dao Chengyi's perspective, she was kneeling on the ground, head tilted back, hands behind her back, revealing her spotless, clean, and completely pink mouth and her long tongue that extended out with a little sticky saliva.
"Brother Cheng Yi? Are you there?"
Just then, another sound rang out from outside the door. The second young lady, Mu Qingluo, started knocking, and Mu Qinghong's eyes visibly panicked.
Dao Cheng simply pressed her head down with a light laugh without saying a word, then covered her head with a thick cushion before calling out, "Please come in."
"Miss Qingluo, is there something you need from me so late?"
Mu Qingluo looked at the room. The window was open, and Dao Cheng's lower body was covered by the cushion on the desk. His face was slightly flushed and he looked quite pleased.
"I have come here to discuss the matter today. Some things were arranged by my father and the clan elders, and I cannot change them. However, I must apologize."
"After all, the favor you received from the Mu family, Brother Cheng, is not enough to make you give up your wonderful life and experience life and death... If things are not going to work out, then you can leave with one of my Mu family's daughters. I only ask that your future children have the surname Mu."
How wonderful! One honey trap after another, sugar-coated bullets—Dao Cheng felt he had to accept them all with a smile.
"There's no need to bring up these matters again. As I said before, the Mu family has treated me well, and it's not something that can be explained away with a few pieces of gold and silver. If that's what you mean, Miss, then don't blame me for turning my back on you."
"Moreover, apart from the second young lady, I don't think much of the rest of the Mu family."
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingluo's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at such blunt words. Heroes love beauties, but beauties love heroes too.
Moreover, being born into a large family, where marriage is often a difficult choice, would be ideal for these noble ladies if they found a promising prospect they liked.
"Brother Cheng, don't joke around. I'm older than you."
"How can you be joking? As the saying goes, 'A woman three years older than you is a golden brick.' To me, Miss Qingluo is more precious than mountains of gold and silver."
"And why don't you come closer, Miss? It's cold outside, be careful not to catch a chill."
How could a martial artist be frozen? But for some inexplicable reason, Mu Qingluo had to slowly approach. On the desk, Dao Chengyi wrote a poem with pen and ink.
Green bamboos lead into the secluded path, and blue vines brush against one's clothes.
The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, the artistic conception is elegant; one glance is enough to tell it's first-rate calligraphy. And looking at her name on it...
"If I were to say that I wish to marry the second young lady, I wonder if I would be qualified."
"Then you can decide. This calligraphy is indeed beautiful, so I'll take it with me. Also, try to choose a mine; there will be good things there."
With a light touch of her finger, accompanied by a sweet fragrance and a joyful exhilaration, the second young lady drifted away with the paper, perhaps knowing that going any further would only lead to an embarrassing situation where spilled water could not be recovered.
But Dao Chengyi felt it was just right, perfectly balanced!
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