Chapter - 351 Fresh Alliance of an Old Pledge (8) (2/2)

”That disgusting boy, that worthless girl – I'll slaughter both of them together!” said Huang Yaoshi. ”How could we allow anyone to disgrace the two of us, father and daughter?”

Huang Rong dashed forward a step and grabbed her father's right hand. ”Dad,” she said, ”Brother Jing said wholeheartedly that he really, really loves me – that he's never taken this barbarian girl to heart!”

”Well, fine,” snorted Huang Yaoshi. Raising his voice, he shouted: ”Boy, hurry up and kill the barbarian girl, to display evidence of your own feelings!”

Guo Jing had never in his entire life met with such an awkward situation. Naturally hesitant in his thoughts, he heard what Huang Yaoshi just said and felt totally at a loss; standing there in a daze, dumbfounded, he didn't know what to do.

”You'd already set on a marriage beforehand,” continued Huang Yaoshi frostily, ”yet you still came to me in suit! Whoever heard of such a thing?”

Seeing Huang Yaoshi's ashen expression, the Jiangnan Freaks knew that Guo Jing was one sudden flick of a palm away from fatal misfortune; furtively, each of them went on guard. But with their ability so far inferior by comparison, they'd actually be helpless to assist should the fighting get serious.

Guo Jing had always been unable to tell lies. Having heard these questions, he answered with the plain truth: ”All I hoped for was to be with Rong'er for the rest of my life. Without Rong'er, there's no way I can live.”

Huang Yaoshi's expression softened slightly. ”Very well,” he said. ”If you don't kill this girl, that's fine; but from now on, you cannot ever see her again.”

Guo Jing, faltering, had yet to respond, when Huang Rong asked: ”You definitely need to see her, don't you?”

”I've always treated her just like a dear sister,” said Guo Jing. ”If I can't see her, sometimes I'd worry about her.”

Huang Rong gave a beautiful smile. ”Just see who you'd like to see – I don't mind!” she said. ”I have faith that you don't really love her. And how could it be that I don't compare to her?”

”Fine!” said Huang Yaoshi. ”I am here. The barbarian girl's family are here. And your six teachers are here, too. Now you better say it loud and clear: the one you want to marry is my daughter, and not that barbarian girl!” It was already greatly against his nature to concede repeatedly like this; but out of respect for his beloved daughter, he restrained himself with all his might, and tolerated it. His heart had also softened briefly since Mei Chaofeng lost her life while shielding her teacher.

Lost in thought, Guo Jing hung his head. Stashed around his waist, he glimpsed both the golden blade granted to him by Genghis Khan, and the small dagger gifted to him by Qiu Chuji.

”Going by the will of father,” he pondered, ”Yang Kang and I should be good brothers, not changing through life and death. But how can I keep faith in this tie if he acts like he does? And going by the will of Uncle Yang Tiexin, I should take Sister Mu as a wife. But that obviously can't be right. It looks like I don't always have to follow the orders laid down for me by elders. The engagement between myself and Sister Huazheng was made by Genghis Khan. How can it be that, because some person said a few words, Rong'er and I have to spend our lives apart?” Having thought this far, he'd already made up his mind. He raised his head.