Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

The disciples of Xuantian Sect looked at the table full of delicacies, which were multiplied by the amount, and were so shocked that they kept blinking their eyes, fearing that what they saw was all an illusion.

"Boss, are these dishes all ours?" Yan Shanting raised his eyes in surprise and asked Zhao Wuji for confirmation. He remembered that he had only ordered twelve dishes, right?

"That's right, our boss cooked the meal himself and added the dishes himself. She went to the wine cellar to get some wine and will be back soon." Zhao Wuji smiled brightly and replied enthusiastically.

Hearing this, Yan Shanting already knew who he was talking about. There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes that he himself had not noticed, and he smiled lightly and said, "Ruan... Madam Qin is thoughtful."

Upon hearing this address, Zhao Wuji's smile deepened, and his attitude became even more attentive. He even told everyone in Xuantian Sect about the Young Madam's upgrade of their ingredients, which greatly surprised them. No wonder there were so many three-headed abalone in a twenty-liang divine chicken!

"Master Yan, how are you?" Ruan Chuyin walked in with a bright smile, followed by four waiters carrying two jars of pine ling wine.

Amid the jingling of jewelry, a beautiful blue figure came towards us with graceful lotus steps.

Two unique hairpins were inserted diagonally in her high bun, and the pearl earrings on her earlobes sparkled with charming light, making her face as bright as the morning glow even more bright and charming.

The slender waist, the full jade peaks, and the swaying skirt made Yan Shanting's heart flutter. The cup in his hand slipped unconsciously, and the moment the scalding tea spilled onto his legs, he stood up in shock.

Jin Shan and Chi Youliang's faces lit up with surprise. They suddenly realized something, suppressed the surprise in their eyes, and stood up to greet Ruan Chuyin.

There were so many disciples present today, and everyone was talking to each other. After several rounds, Yan Shanting had no chance to chat with Ruan Chuyin at all. Even when he left the restaurant, there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

"Master, do you like Miss Ruan?" Jinshan quietly approached the Master and asked in a low voice.

A chestnut hit me hard.

"Jinshan! Your words are empty and your actions will not go far. Miss Ruan is the Crown Prince's Consort of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, and perhaps she will also be the future wife of the Sect Master of the Wangxi Sect. Don't talk nonsense." Yan Shanting was afraid of having his secrets exposed, and his face looked a little embarrassed.

Jinshan curled his lips indifferently: "Master, didn't the masters of Qingyun Sect and Baiyun Sect marry the same wife? Why are you so uncomfortable with it?"

"Yes! And Miss Ruan didn't just marry Qin Guanzhi. Marrying one is marrying, marrying two is marrying, you're no different." Chi Youliang wholeheartedly agreed with Jinshan's argument. These days, there are too many men for too little porridge. Anyone who pursues a wife with a martial spirit will remain single for life. Their leader is as beautiful as jade and pine trees. Standing next to Ruan Chuyin, he is a much better match than Qin Guanzhi.

Yan Shanting frowned slightly. Every step he took felt as if his toes were about to crack and were so heavy.

Looking at the red sun in the sky slowly passing through the clouds, the golden light cast in my eyes, but it didn't seem so dazzling anymore.

"Master, why don't we wait until we've finished visiting Qingyun Sect before returning from Liangcheng? The total number of times you've met Miss Ruan is less than the number on the fingers of your hand. How can you cultivate a relationship without seeing her more often?" Chi Youliang offered advice to the Master. It just so happened that Miss Ruan was at the restaurant today. Fate is predestined, something you encounter but cannot forge. Perhaps the bond between her and the Master goes beyond this.

Yan Shanting didn't answer. He now had a heavy burden on his shoulders, and he was constantly busy. Even if he did get married someday, he wouldn't have time to spend with his family. He had to go to the Xingyun Sect again next month. The sect's disciple-recruiting conference would begin shortly after. There would also be a sect competition in the second half of the year. After the competition, he would have to prepare for the Ten Sects Summit and the end-of-year Wulin Conference. In between, he would have to deal with various sect affairs and friendly competitions with other major sects, as well as challenge powerful warriors who came to the mountain to ask for swordsmanship. He was either on the way to a competition or in seclusion.

A helpless sigh rose in the air. No matter how much his heart was throbbing, he had to bury them quietly for the time being and hide them deep in his heart.

Mingyue Restaurant

After Ruan Chuyin finished writing twenty new recipes, she handed them to Xinping.

When I walked out of the kitchen, the setting sun was golden, dyeing the sky.

In the afterglow, a long and narrow shadow stretched out in front of him, and a pair of black boots embroidered with gold thread stopped silently.

When I raised my eyelids slightly, I was faced with a handsome face that I had not seen for a long time.

"Jiang...Xuan Zhou." Her body stiffened slightly, and the expression on her face suddenly became awkward.

"You... are back." Jiang Xuanzhou's expression was somewhat dim, not as confident as usual. He seemed to find the person before him a little unreal. He stared at her blankly for a long time without saying anything.

More and more diners came into the hall, and the noise was endless.

It was the peak of the evening market, and more and more eyes were focused on them.

"Do you... have something to talk to me about?" Ruan Chuyin felt the sudden increase in attention around her, and then broke the silence and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Xuanzhou didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment. He only felt a tightness in his chest. A self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said with a wry smile, "I'm here to take my princess home."

Ruan Chuyin finally remembered her identity. She opened her mouth, then struggled for a moment before nodding.

The two of them walked in silence. The Linhuai Palace was quiet, even quieter than the last time she visited late at night.

The temperature in the main courtyard was very low. Jiang Xuanzhou picked up a red candle and lit the stoves placed in the four corners.

Looking around, the furnishings in the room were magnificent, especially the row of carved jade screens that separated the inner and outer rooms. They were inlaid with forty-eight pieces of jasper, each of which was the finest imperial jade and priceless.

The gurgling sound of brewing tea danced in her ears, drawing her attention back.

Looking back, the figure under the candlelight had become much thinner, and even his temples were stained with a light frosty color.

She walked slowly behind him, and it seemed that only when her back was turned to him did she dare to look up at him properly.

"Come and try the purple bamboo tea given by my father." Jiang Xuanzhou handed over the tea bowl, his eyes as deep as the sea, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

Ruan Chuyin didn't know what to say. She avoided the deep gaze, took the tea bowl and sat aside.

The cold wind blew down the yellow leaves, which hit the windows and made a slight sound.

At this moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of two people gently moving the lid of the bowl.

It wasn't until a long time later that Jiang Xuanzhou spoke, "In three days, Beiyue Crown Prince Lu Yinnian will be on a diplomatic mission to Dayong. Father will host a grand banquet. Will you... go with me?"