The noisy sounds came from the corridor in the distance and never stopped.
Luo Jianqing stopped and looked back. Not long after, a sturdy middle-aged man and several younger men and women approached. When they saw Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi, they froze in shock. The leader stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Could it be that you two are the guests Yue'er invited?"
Luo Jianqing raised the corners of his lips, chuckled and nodded: "Yes, I wonder who you are?"
The man said, "I am Yue'er's father, Zhao Tian, the head of the Imperial Master's Mansion. You two young men are both talented young men. Yesterday evening, I visited you outside your courtyard. The mansion has been very busy these past few days, and I haven't been able to take care of you. I apologize for not entertaining you well enough."
The first time Luo Jianqing actually met Zhao Tian, he couldn't tell from his handsome and resolute appearance that such a person would call his daughter a waste. Last night, Zhao Tian's words to Zhao Yue were very low, and Luo Jianqing was far away, so he shouldn't have been able to hear clearly if he was below the Nascent Soul stage.
However, Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi both heard it.
Now, Zhao Tian wore a righteous expression, not one to be offended. However, recalling the conversation he and Xuan Lingzi had overheard last night, Luo Jianqing's smile widened. "It's alright, my brothers and I are truly inconvenienced by your presence. We intend to leave today, and we've come to bid farewell to Madam Lin."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Tian's eyes turned and he said with a hearty smile: "Fellow Daoist Luo, won't you stay a little longer?"
Luo Jianqing shook his head.
Zhao Tian's gaze fell on Xuan Lingzi who was silent at the side. Seeing that Xuan Lingzi just lowered his eyes to look at Luo Jianqing, he frowned in confusion at first, and then thought: Probably among these two people, Fellow Daoist Luo in green clothes is the leader, and Fellow Daoist Wu next to him is just a follower.
Zhao Tian said regretfully, "That's a shame. In a few days, the disciples of the Imperial Dao Sect will also come to our Shadu. If Fellow Daoist Luo is a disciple of the Imperial Dao Sect, you can reunite with your fellow disciples."
This sentence was said very simply, but it was meant to trick Luo Jianqing.
Although Luo Jianqing spent years on Mount Taihua and rarely paid attention to these intrigues, he was no fool. He said bluntly, "We are not disciples of the Yu Dao Sect."
Zhao Tian was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Isn't it the Yudao Sect? Is your sect very far away from Wusha Kingdom?"
Luo Jianqing smiled calmly and said, "My brother and I are from Yuxiao Sect."
"Yuxiao Sect?"
Zhao Tian muttered a few words in a low voice, pondering for a long time, but still couldn't come up with an answer. He raised his head and looked at Luo Jianqing again, only to see this handsome and elegant young man squinting his eyes and chuckling at him. The smile seemed gentle, but it didn't reach his eyes. Somehow, it made Zhao Tian, who was in the early stage of Jindan, feel a little uneasy.
At this time, Zhao Yue got the news and left the courtyard. She held the little girl Rongrong in her left hand, followed by the old steward, Uncle Wang. As soon as she saw Luo Jianqing and her father confronting each other, she hurried forward and said, "Dad, it seems that Master Luo and Master Wu are leaving. Are you here to see them off?"
This one sentence directly blocked the Zhao family's plan.
Originally, Zhao Tian had wanted to find an opportunity to get Luo Jianqing to stay. Even though they weren't disciples of the Imperial Dao Sect, it was clear that these two were definitely not ordinary people. If the Imperial Preceptor's Office could gain the support of these two, its status in Wusha Country would likely be even higher.
Zhao Tian's only regret was that his father, the old Imperial Master, was currently in seclusion. If the old Imperial Master had stepped in, there was no doubt these two young talents wouldn't have stayed. They could even have married into the Zhao family! In another hundred years, the Zhao family might even have another Nascent Soul Stage expert!
But now Zhao Yue has said that Luo Jianqing and the others are leaving, and Zhao Tian can't just say, "I don't allow you to leave."
Suddenly, Zhao Tian's face darkened, and he shouted angrily, "Yue'er, come to your father!"
Zhao Yue lowered her head, sighed, and pulled her daughter towards Zhao Tian.
She had already done everything she could. If she had known the Zhao family would plot against Luo Jianqing and the others, she would never have invited them to the Imperial Master's residence. Zhao Yue knew all too well what her father would do. Regardless of why Luo Jianqing and the others had stayed, sooner or later, they would marry the daughter of the Zhao family.
If you ask them why they married the daughter of the Zhao family if they were unwilling?
If they had ruined the Zhao family's daughter's innocence, would they dare not take responsibility? Not taking responsibility would be going against the entire Zhao family!
Zhao Yue walked back silently, and Rongrong also lowered her head obediently, not daring to speak. She just held her mother's hand tightly, as if this could give her mother strength.
Seeing this scene, Luo Jianqing's eyes changed color. Finally, he sighed softly and took out a small piece of cake. When the cake appeared, Rongrong's nose twitched, and then she looked up at Luo Jianqing excitedly and said, "Feng cake!"
Luo Jianqing smiled slightly, took a step forward, and placed the wind cake in Rongrong's small hand. "Shadu is so far from Yingfeng City. Rongrong, it will be difficult to eat wind cake in the future. This is the last piece of wind cake in my ring. You can eat it to satisfy your craving."
After hearing this, the precocious little girl immediately wanted to return the cake to Luo Jianqing. But Luo Jianqing insisted on stuffing it into her palm. The little girl swallowed her saliva, unable to resist the urge to eat the cake. She turned her head to look at her mother, and Zhao Yue also smiled and nodded.
It's just a piece of cake, nothing special.
After getting her mother's permission, Rongrong immediately took a bite. Instantly, a rich, fragrant aroma wafted out from the crack in the cake. The fragrance was elegant and pleasant, and just a whiff of it could make one suddenly enlightened and clear-minded.
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