After Yin Xiaobai left, Yin Mo glanced coldly in their direction.
Rong Shang heard him say, "That's just how he is, don't mind him."
"And what about Young Master Yin?"
Just as he was about to leave, Rong Shang's gentle voice came again, and Yin Mo pursed his lips indifferently.
Rong Shang looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears, "Young Master Yin, you haven't answered my question yet."
She just asked: "Does Young Master Yin not want to... marry Mu Yu?"
His long eyelashes fluttered, and Yin Mo turned his head slightly. At this moment, the golden sunlight in the courtyard shone down, and his deep and three-dimensional features exuded a faint aloofness.
A few seconds later, he parted his thin lips slightly, his voice completely flat, "I'm sorry."
He could have simply refused the marriage proposal outright; at worst, he could have just shut himself in and stayed home.
But then he thought of the Jiang family's eldest daughter, who had been ill for a long time. If he didn't help her, she might not live much longer.
After all, it was a living human life. Weighing the two options, Yin Mo had no choice but to resort to this measure. After consulting with his page, he asked him to take the wedding in his place.
His attitude was so clear that Rong Shang frowned.
With a slight upturn of her pink lips, she bowed slightly to the man in white and said, "In that case, Mu Yu will go back first."
You're not going to marry me, are you?
Staring at Yin Mo's slender and noble back, Rong Shang's shimmering eyes flashed with a hint of a smile.
Upon hearing her words, Yin Mo paused slightly and was about to turn around to look at her when a white figure walked past him.
When she said "go back," she didn't mean "go back to her room," but rather... "go back to Lin Manor."
A sudden glint flashed in her dark pupils, and Yin Mo instinctively reached out, only to find himself grabbing the corner of her sleeve.
The moment Rong Shang stopped, the man's deep voice came.
"I haven't cured your illness yet."
Having already promised, he would not go back on his word.
When Rong Shang heard his inner thoughts, she secretly scoffed.
If he truly wouldn't break his promise, he should have married her long ago.
She turned her head slightly, her expression somewhat cold and aloof. She raised her fair and beautiful hand and pulled down the hand that was tugging at her clothes.
"No need, Mu Yu didn't come here specifically for medical treatment."
She deliberately turned her face away from him, her gentle voice tinged with a hint of stubbornness.
"Everyone in the ancient town knows that I will marry into Minghua Cave to continue the lineage of Sect Master Yin. But since Sect Master Yin is unwilling to marry me, even if Mu Yu heals his injuries, I'm afraid he will be ridiculed by the people of the ancient town when he returns."
"In that case, it would be better to let Mu Yu leave it to fate and fend for himself."
After speaking, Rong Chang really left.
Behind him, Yin Mo's delicate brows furrowed instantly.
His deep gaze followed her receding figure, and he felt a headache coming on.
The woman he encountered didn't seem to be your average gentlewoman; she was truly...stubborn.
*
Not knowing how to navigate the paths in Minghua Cave, Rong Chang stumbled around aimlessly after leaving Changfeng Pavilion.
But this place is like a maze, winding around and around, with the same scenery everywhere.
Rong Chang had a headache. "Master, give me a map."
The system does not have this feature.
No?
I'll beat you to death!
【Goddess, why don't you wait and see? Maybe Yin Mo will catch up soon?】
"Let that heartless Yin Mutou live out his days alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, another voice came:
You're calling me a block of wood?
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