Chapter 848 - 463: On the Importance of Battle Robes! (Part 2)

Chen Xuan’s words pulled her thoughts back to the time on the island when they first met; the two weren’t very friendly.

Qin Ke watched the scene and couldn’t help but feel envious.

Master and the mistresses are always so good.

Not at all like those power struggles in large families.

"Indeed, Master is worthy of learning from in every aspect."

Qin Ke sighed inwardly.

Before long, the dishes were finally all served.

The long table was filled, and Chen Xuan glanced over slightly; there were at least seventy or eighty dishes. "Thank you all for your hard work."

The ladies spent the whole day preparing for tonight’s banquet.

"We were just assistants; Sister Xin worked the hardest."

Lan Meng’Er, wearing a blue dress tonight, her hair down and eyes smiling, might be the happiest and proudest person tonight.

Xiaoqi’s Spiritual Martial skills were both Late-Stage Profound Realm and had condensed a Divine Soul. Although she didn’t quite understand, judging by Chen Xuan’s tone at the time, it was very impressive.

A mother’s greatest joy is when her child is praised by others.

"She’s worked hard, and so have you!"

"Today we’re happy, let’s all have a drink!"

He spoke up, and of course, the women had no objections. Qing Lian got up at that moment and began pouring wine for everyone.

After making the rounds, footsteps could be heard approaching from afar.

"Dad, Moms, Master is here!"

Xiaoqi’s figure first ran into sight amongst the crowd. "How beautiful, Master is also very beautiful tonight!"

Gesturing with exaggerated expressions.

At that moment, a red figure slowly approached the crowd.

Yao’Er!

Clad in a red gauzy dress, the fabric light as mist, with every step she took, the hem lightly rippled like a wave of red.

Eyebrows like a new moon, resembling a deep ancient pool.

Her already fair skin appeared even whiter under the pale light of the Crystal Stone, almost giving a cold impression.

The red dress was like fire, yet carried a cold aura.

This contrast made Chen Xuan’s eyes light up again.

"How about it? Do you regret a little now?"

Ning Xin’s teasing voice reached Chen Xuan’s ears.

Chen Xuan glared at her.

Yao’Er was indeed beautiful; he learned this earlier, especially at Immortal Full Tower, where her jade feet genuinely amazed him.

This detail was a bit regrettable tonight.

She was wearing hideous embroidered white shoes that blocked that beauty.

"Don’t you regret it?"

Ning Xin clearly wasn’t about to let him off so easily; his gaze had almost stuck to Yao’Er.

"Regret my ass!"

"As your husband, I was merely looking with appreciative eyes."

Chen Xuan defended himself in his mind.

Besides, does he have to have all the beauties? That little Prince’s Mansion wouldn’t fit them all.

"Sister Yao’Er, hurry up and sit!"

Ning Xin laughed.

"Okay!"

Yao’Er had a gentle smile on her face, and Xiaoqi immediately grabbed her hand, "Come, Master, sit beside me."

"Okay!"

She patted Xiaoqi on the head, a fleeting trace of reluctance flickered in her eyes. With this departure, the next meeting might be years down the line.

Several years!

The two of them seated themselves, thus officially starting the banquet.

Except Yao’Er seemed a bit reserved, everyone else, even Qin Ke, relaxed today.

Chen Xuan picked up his wine cup, looking at Yao’Er across from him. "Thank you for this period, Xiaoqi’s significant progress owes much to your efforts. Although you’re his master, I remember this favor."

"In the future, if you need anything, I won’t delay."

With that, Chen Xuan drank the wine in one gulp.

Though there was some friction between them before, deep down, he was truly grateful to Yao’Er.

"No need, I’m his master, this is what I should be doing."

"If there’s any gratitude to be given, perhaps I should thank you for sending me such a good disciple, allowing me some standing in Bamboo Garden."

That’s the plain truth.

Her whole life felt like being pressed under Bamboo Garden, making it hard to breathe.

Yet, she was powerless.

Also knowing that surpassing Bamboo Garden would never happen in this lifetime.

However... she looked at Xiaoqi, whose mouth was full of oil, and took out a silk handkerchief, tenderly wiping it for him.

"Thank you, Master!"

Xiaoqi apologized with a smile, but his mouth didn’t stop. The food his aunt made was just too delicious today.

"Eat up!"

Yao’Er said softly.

Xiaoqi was possibly her biggest pride in this lifetime.

If only he stayed here...

Thinking, she looked at Chen Xuan and asked, "How have you decided?"

"It’s still a no!"

Chen Xuan looked at Xiaoqi and ultimately decided not to let him go to the Imperial City.

Once influenced by Great Yu, it’d be too late for regrets.

This was his singular concern.

Great Yu’s waters... too murky, too frightening.

Honestly, he felt a bit sorry for Yao’Er, ’so deeply poisoned,’ yet completely unaware.

"What are you talking about?"

Ning Xin asked, the two of them were speaking in riddles right under their noses.

"I want Xiaoqi to go to the Imperial City with me, have the teacher guide him. With his talent added to the guidance, surpassing Bamboo Garden isn’t impossible in the future."

Chen Xuan was about to speak when Yao’Er jumped in first.

"This woman...."

"Saying it in front of everyone!"

With a helpless smile in his heart, she still seemed unwilling to give up.

But what good would it do?

Regarding Xiaoqi, his words were like imperial decrees; the women, whether Ning Xin or others, dared not make the decision.

This was the authority of the family head.

Also a matter of principle.

No matter what she said, it wouldn’t work.