"Phew..." Han Xu heaved a heavy sigh of relief after Ouyang Shaoyu left the room. 'It seems Ouyang Shaoyu really cares about me. If that's the case, this will be much easier.'
"Amazing! I never knew you were such a skilled actor. It's a good thing you're not a woman, or who knows how many men would be falling at your feet!" Changmao gushed, giving a thumbs-up as he looked at Han Xu in his light makeup.
"Alright, that's enough. Go back and tell Brother Shen that everything is proceeding according to plan!" Han Xu shot Changmao a look, then closed his eyes to think. 'Now I need to find a way to make Ouyang Shaoyu hold the wedding at the Hehuan Sect.'
Meanwhile, in a side hall, Ouyang Shaoyu sat in the seat of honor. He picked up a teacup from the table and carefully examined the pattern on its surface.
"Young Master Ouyang, are you really going to marry that woman?" an elder seated below him asked with a frown.
