Chapter 913: Chapter 539: I Do Not Approve of This Marriage
An hour ago.
Within an abandoned relic blooming with Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers.
A certain man holding a sword increasingly found women to be inherently nagging creatures.
Even the solitary king in front of him was no exception.
It was just about blessing the sword in his arms, why is it taking so long this time?
Li Bai stroked his slightly stubbly chin, looking at the tall woman’s silhouette not far away.
She stood gracefully in a sapphire-colored Immortal Dress within the Crystal Pavilion, with her back turned to him outside the pavilion, holding the sword in one hand.
The tall woman and the sword in her hand were both enveloped in frosty white moonlight.
Crap, is this old woman going to steal his sword?
Going back on the deal with Mr. Bai and swindle him?
Li Bai, often deceived by fake wine, couldn’t help but suspect, glancing at the pavilion like he was looking at some unscrupulous tavern.
It’s said, as a skilled fighter, he should be able to defeat her, since this old hag’s true form resides in a far-off ‘Mythical Relics’ and only descends using this external form.
While waiting, with no sword to hold for the moment, the man yawned and let his thoughts wander.
The man’s eyes roamed over the mystical tall woman inside the Crystal Pavilion.
Though invisible, her figure was like the flying Goddess in Li Territory’s Ancient Li Clan relic murals.
However, even though Li Bai’s gaze drifted over ‘Li’, his attention was not focused on her graceful and well-proportioned figure — a reason the tall woman inside the pavilion allowed his lazy and frivolous gaze from outside.
But if Zhao Rong were present, he’d certainly sigh, pat small Bai uncle’s shoulder, saying it’s no wonder he can’t find a wife.
Li Bai carefully examined the sapphire Immortal Dress on the transparent tall woman inside the pavilion.
These days in Great Li, aside from listening to the lady’s orders to protect a cheap ‘brother-in-law,’ he spent his leisure reading or listening to books in taverns,
If memory serves, descriptions of this sapphire Immortal Dress frequently appeared in many distant Li Territory myths, alongside some mythological figures of the Li Clan.
In the myriad ancestral myths passed down along with scarce bloodlines in Li Territory, it had many names, with ‘Frosty Morning Horn’ appearing the most.
This name later evolved into a refined poetic meter in a particular dynasty’s literary circles in Li Territory…
Currently, within the abandoned relic where mythical scenes resurfaced, Li Bai looked with interest at that ‘Frosty Morning Horn’ before the Crystal Pavilion.
Seeing it with his own eyes, its absurdly high grade was apparent, too bad outsiders couldn’t wear it.
Currently, who knows how many owners it has changed… no, according to Li Bai’s understanding of some Ancient Li Clan’s mythological inheritance.
In a sense… it might always be the same female owner.
At this moment, the tall woman in ‘Frosty Morning Horn’ lowered the sword enveloped in moonlight.
The moonlit Sword Qi receded into the sword scabbard.
She turned, walked out of the Crystal Pavilion, and tossed the sword back to Li Bai.
The man hugged the sword again, chuckling: “I thought you wouldn’t return it, stalling for time to call someone over to kill me.”
The tall woman shook her head: “Killing you wouldn’t need such trouble.”
Her voice was ethereal like You Valley; her expression unseen.
Li Bai pondered if he was losing face?
He thought for a moment, nodding, “Oh? Relying on those ‘fish’ you raise in Li Territory and those pawns from your subordinates? If not for me, last time that big fish you raised in Xingzi Lake would’ve been exposed.”
‘Li’ shook her head, remaining silent.
She turned her head to look at the sword in Li Bai’s arms and then glanced around the silent relic.
Softly: “Moments ago, I was recalling some distant memories.”
Li Bai accepted this explanation, nodding in agreement: “Women get old, they like reminiscing, it’s normal.”
The tall woman didn’t mind, yet couldn’t help but look at the man holding the sword in vivid green.
This vibrant attire stood out within the pale and elegant-colored Li Clan relic.
“What do you think? Did you instantly see that I’m extraordinary? Little Qian’er chose it; her taste isn’t inferior to you meticulous people of the Li Clan.” Li Bai held his sword higher, proud.
He automatically ignored the certain smelly Zhao kid who also contributed to his formidable image today.
Tall woman: “……”
Li Bai, seeing that he seemingly stunned the tall woman as Zhao Rong said, felt this trip to Great Li was perfectly accomplished.
The vibrant man with a sword contentedly patted his sleeve, ready to leave.
But the always cold and reticent ‘Li’ suddenly spoke: “Little Qian’er?”
Li Bai paused his steps, nodded, “Yeah, little Qian’er, the maid beside the lady, all surnamed Zhao.”
“The lady?”
Li Bai glanced at her, staying silent.
The tall woman was silent for a while, “Seventeen years?”
“Seventeen years.” Li Bai nodded.
“So… seventeen years old?” It seemed like nonsense.
“Hm.” Li Bai delighted in the nonsense, hoping she wouldn’t ask further.
However, the tall woman was quiet for a moment and still asked.
“Which one is she?”
Li Bai chose to remain silent.
The tall woman stepped forward, speaking earnestly, “I’m entitled to know.”
Li Bai stared at the sword in his arms, like practicing silent meditation.
“You…” At some point, the moonlight around the tall woman grew stronger and colder, “…and that Mr. Bai, don’t trust me?”
“One more year.”
Li Bai suddenly said.
“I don’t know how Mr. Bai initially negotiated with you, but Mr. Bai said, not to interfere in their lives before eighteen.”
The man holding the sword tightened his grip, “One more year, until eighteen. So now, I can’t tell you, you mustn’t interfere.”
The woman, akin to a deity, looked at him:
“I don’t care about your safety, but with you hiding, living on edge, should anything happen, I must protect her, as agreed upon with Mr. Bai. If you can’t, let me!”
Her voice was as lofty as a deity’s, “Now, I need to know… who she is.”
Li Bai laughed, held up a finger, waving dismissively, “No need to worry about that, Mr. Bai already made arrangements, if we all die, she will surely be safely delivered to you.”
The tall woman fell silent.
The man holding the sword turned to leave, but before departing, seeming to feel somewhat guilty as if freeloading.
His steps paused slightly, “Hey, rest assured, she’s living well, already has someone she loves, and they’re together, childhood sweethearts, much better than staying in your cold deep palace…”
The man holding the sword intended to comfort the tall woman with a smile, not expecting his words to stab at a hornet’s nest!
“Childhood… sweethearts!?”
Upon hearing specific words, the tall woman suddenly lifted her head, “Absolutely not! I do not approve of this marriage!”
Steadfast and decisive.
Li Bai: “……”
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