Chapter 4646 — A Domestic Drama
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Ning Xuefei watched the sudden intruder with a look of open suspicion—she was not so naive and simple as Shangguan Lan'er. Han Jingyi, meanwhile, wore a peculiar expression; raised in the mundane world, she had seen plenty of bizarre scandals, though she had never expected one to turn up on Cloud Terrace Island.
In an instant all the pressure in the hall converged on Wei Zhao, the crowd poised to denounce a faithless lover. Watching from his corner, Xu Lingchong smirked with villainous glee. Say what you would—this trick seemed to be working rather well indeed!
In the mundane world such underhanded tactics were utterly commonplace, tricks worn threadbare by every spoiled rich brat. But on Cloud Terrace Island, where customs were still rather simple and honest, they were a rare novelty. After all, in places like the North Island and the West Island—one with far more men than women, the other with far more women than men—couples of cultivators who found their way to each other were few to begin with, let alone anyone using an unborn child to extort a man...
Watching the scene unfold, Xu Lingchong reckoned that no matter how Wei Zhao responded, the damage to his relationship with Ning Xuefei was all but certain. Kang Jingming's scheme was downright vicious—the fellow really did have a flair for ruining other people's good fortune!
Yet under all those watchful eyes, Wei Zhao showed not the slightest trace of alarm. He let a thread of true qi circulate through his body; the woman yelped in pain and hastily let go. Then, with perfect composure, he swept his gaze over the crowd, letting it drift, deliberately or not, to Xu Lingchong and Kang Jingming. Instinct told him these two were surely behind this.
"Wei Zhao, come back with me, won't you? I'm begging you—I'll give you anything. I don't care if you want several women, only please don't abandon me, don't abandon our child..." the woman went on, weeping and sniffling.
Wei Zhao frowned to himself. This woman who had appeared from nowhere was actually a rather fine actress—in the mundane world, she would have had the stuff to compete for any number of awards.
Listening to her impassioned, tearful lament, the expressions of those present grew ever more subtle and peculiar.
Whether or not they knew Wei Zhao well, there was at least one thing everyone could see: the fellow's luck with women was genuinely excellent—or more precisely, so excellent it was an outrage.
Look at the women around him—each and every one a beauty rarely found in this world, and, more absurd still, each of ever nobler station than the last. To win the favor of any single one of them would be enough to make a man die content, let alone so many at once.
Were any other man present to have such confidantes as Shangguan Lan'er and Ning Xuefei at his side, casting aside all other commonplace beauties would have been the most natural thing in the world. To refrain from being a faithless lover under such circumstances—would that not be an offense against heaven itself?
Envy, jealousy, hatred—though the North Island contingent stood in awe of Wei Zhao, on this matter all men stood on the same side. A faithless wretch like Wei Zhao, who did not know how blessed he was, was squarely their enemy.
Thanks to this woman's sudden intrusion, the once-festive welcome banquet had turned strange in an instant—inexplicably shifting from diplomacy between two islands into a domestic drama. R1152