I thought once that teasing remark was made, Lu Qing would surely retort immediately, yet I saw him closing his eyes, showing a look of not wanting to speak.
Yan Daoxin snorted, reached out and poked Lu Qing's chest wound, neither too hard nor too light: "Playing dead might fool others, but not me, spare yourself the effort.
Isn't that the bride the Emperor arranged for you? Caring about her is not something disgraceful, why are you being so secretive about it?"
Lu Qing, caught off guard, was poked in his wound and immediately broke into a cold sweat from the pain, he couldn't help but glared at Yan Daoxin with open eyes: "The master named you Yan Daoxin back then to ensure you maintain a strict heart.
But you, as a cultivator, are now so concerned about mundane affairs, does your name do justice to what the master intended?"
