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Liu Xueqing lay on the wall, her eyelids gradually drooping as she felt drowsy. Suddenly, the sounds of a fight jolted her awake from her stupor.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Liu Xueqing mumbled, “Why are they just starting? I was about to fall asleep waiting.”
“Isn’t that the truth?” A voice beside her echoed in agreement, tinged with a hint of weariness.
“Are you here to watch the show too?” Liu Xueqing turned to look at the source of the voice.
“This angle is just right,” the man replied, seemingly confirming her question. “I wonder who will win?”
Liu Xueqing focused intently on the figures clashing ahead, her brow furrowing slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she said, “Considering that Demon Cult Leader is getting on in years, I’d say it’s barely a draw at best—more like both sides suffering losses.”
The man responded with an intrigued “Oh.” “You don’t think right path will win?”
Liu Xueqing shrugged and shook her head helplessly. “Do you really think Demon Cult Leader is a fool? He can’t possibly believe that by marrying off his daughter, the leader of the martial arts alliance genuinely wants to coexist peacefully with him.”
The official narrative was that it was a marriage for mutual benefit—a retreat for right path after failing to subdue the Demon Cult for so long. It was meant to bring peace to the martial world, to protect the lives of its people, and to enhance the pure friendship between the righteous and the wicked.
“I’m not foolish; I believe Demon Cult Leader isn’t either.” Under the guise of marriage, right path ’s people had brazenly infiltrated the Demon Cult’s headquarters. What schemes could the old leader not foresee? He would certainly take precautions.
“From what you’re saying, it sounds like the foolish one might actually be that martial arts alliance leader. He could end up losing both his wife and his troops!” The man said, a sly smile creeping onto his lips.
Liu Xueqing raised her hand to cover her face, unwilling to admit that man was her father.
"You are... the bride?" The man slowly leaned closer, gently inhaling and exhaling near her face.
Liu Xueqing disdainfully raised her hand to shield her face. "Can't you see I'm not wearing red?" In other words, "Is it that hard to tell?"
The man clicked his tongue and laughed lewdly, "I didn't expect leader Liu to be so generous."
"What else can I do!" The only thing her father was ever unwilling to part with was the position of the leader.
"The young lady is as beautiful as a flower; are you really willing..." His words trailed off, but the meaning was clear.
Liu Xueqing feigned helplessness and sighed deeply. "If he doesn't ascend to heaven soon, I'll just have to elope with someone."
"Ah..." The man let out a soft exclamation, taking a moment to squeeze out three words: "Good idea."
Liu Xueqing paid no mind to his ambiguous compliment and continued to focus on the dazzling display of blades and swords in front of her, listening intently to the clash of weapons.
Before long, she suddenly sighed with frustration. "Right now, I really hope the Demon Cult Leader can rule for eternity and unify the martial world!"
The man nearly lost his grip on the bricks as her words startled him.
Liu Xueqing quickly shot him a glare. "Lower your voice—" Her reprimand was abruptly cut off.
Suddenly, everything before her became blindingly bright.
Ah, beauty, oh beauty!
Suddenly, she felt that the wall was truly a wonderful place.
No wonder the books often say that the red apricot loves to climb over walls; the reasons for doing so are simply too compelling.
The handsome man seemed to be accustomed to such situations and reactions, smiling brightly and flirtatiously, "I am Feng Changqing. Whenever Ms. Qing Qing wishes to elope, feel free to seek me out."
Liu Xueqing often said that she was not clever; she was just not foolish enough to be specific.
As she had anticipated, the chaotic battle resulted in mutual destruction.
Though the leader was valiant, he ultimately fell short due to his age. Severely weakened, he immediately decided to enter seclusion. However, the right path gained nothing and was driven out with its tail between its legs.
Only Liu Xueqing benefited from it all.
With the leader absent, she stood as the highest authority in the entire sect.
Although there were many within the sect who wished to take revenge on her, all she needed to do was shed a few tears and lament pitifully—"I am but an innocent little woman, as fragile as a willow in the wind," and instantly she garnered heaps of sympathy.
Liu Xueqing couldn't help but deeply reflect: it turns out that true feelings abound in the world.
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