Chapter 3335 — Of Course It Is So
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"Go back and tell Xuanchen he'd best keep his nose out of my affairs," Wei Zhao warned coldly. "The people of the Ice Palace are under my protection. But if he wants every last one of his disciples dead, that's fine too—he's welcome to try again!"
"Yes... yes..." How could Xiao Jiu dare say otherwise at a moment like this? He could only nod and agree.
"Get lost." Wei Zhao waved a hand, signaling that Xiao Jiu could leave.
"Going, going right now—thank you, Master Lin, for sparing my life..." Xiao Jiu was thoroughly miserable. He had come strutting with his chest out and was slinking away in disgrace, badly wounded into the bargain—probably beyond healing. Once he got back, he would end up just like Old Four and Old Five.
Through all of it, Bingtang had not said a single word. She did not know what she should say, or what she could say. Wei Zhao's strength had truly surpassed the peak of the late Heaven Rank—otherwise, how could he have slain an expert of that very caliber?
And the business with the Dark Night Palace was actually true! With the gravely wounded Xiao Jiu standing right before her, and with Xiao Jiu himself admitting it outright, Bingtang—though she had refused to believe it before—had no choice but to accept it now.
"Wei Zhao..." Bingtang wanted to open her mouth and thank him, but the word "thanks" simply would not come out.
"Bingtang my tiny-tiny-tiny-tiny-tiny wife, we meet again." Wei Zhao smiled faintly.
"I... who's your tiny... wife!" Bingtang's face flushed red, yet she suddenly realized that she was no longer quite so averse to Wei Zhao. Was it because he had stepped in and resolved the trouble from before? Or was it... that she herself truly admired the strong? That outburst she had made in a fit of pique—had it really been her standard for choosing a mate?
"Heh heh..." Wei Zhao chuckled and teased her no further. He and Feng Xiaoxiao had been apart so long that his thoughts naturally all centered on her now. He took Feng Xiaoxiao's hand. "Xiaoxiao, how have you been these past six months or so? All right, I hope?"
"Mm-hm, not bad. Senior Sister Bingtang treats me very well, and life in the Ice Palace is good too... only, I've missed my Wei Zhao hubby and Tang... Sister Yaoyao and little Sister Shu so much." Feng Xiaoxiao nearly let something slip. She did not have the wealth of concealment experience that Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu possessed, and this was the first time she had seen Wei Zhao since Tang Zhi left, so a careless word had almost escaped her. Fortunately Wei Zhao did not take notice, for Feng Xiaoxiao had already steered the conversation toward Bingtang. "Wei Zhao hubby, when are you going to marry our senior sister? Then senior sister will become a little sister too!"
"Ahem... Xiaoxiao, what nonsense are you spouting?" Bingtang was startled. She had thought that while Feng Xiaoxiao and Wei Zhao were being affectionate, she had temporarily dodged the question—but now it seemed that was not the case at all. Feng Xiaoxiao remembered it even more clearly than Wei Zhao did! What puzzled Bingtang, though, was why Feng Xiaoxiao was not the least bit jealous. True, they all belonged to the ancient stratum and preserved the old customs, but jealousy had existed in ancient times too, had it not? Were the intrigues of a harem ever few?
"Heh heh, Bingtang, don't tell me you've forgotten your own promise? Back then, you didn't say it was nonsense, did you?" Wei Zhao looked at her with a half-smile, feeling rather like a liberated serf singing for joy. On his last visit to the Ice Palace, how proud Bingtang had been! But now the two of them stood as equals who could converse on even footing—and indeed, Wei Zhao held the stronger position.