AST 1480 - Facade, A vixen-like woman (1/2)

“Sir, sorry for this. We need to check your invitation, so please forgive us for the rude treatment.” The man eventually still decided to do a check.

“Are you suspecting me?” Qing Shui purposely raised his voice.

“No, no. Sir, please don’t misunderstand.” The man hurriedly explained.

“The third young master of the Ying Clan is getting married. I’ve received an invitation yet I am actually suspected by others? Since this is the case, I might as well leave. If there are any problems, you shoulder the responsibility yourself.” After speaking, Qing Shui instantly turned and left.

“Sir wait! It’s my mistake. Please accept my apology, and please enter the residence.” The man hurriedly ran to catch up to Qing Shui and politely usher him into the residence.

Qing Shui didn’t even glance at the man and he directly walked inside. He knew that this man couldn’t afford to gamble. Furthermore, a wedding was an auspicious and happy thing, so he couldn’t afford to suffer an important guest’s displeasure.

The courtyard of the Ying Clan was very large and split into several smaller yards. Decorations for this joyous occasion could be seen everywhere and there was already a flood of people here.

For weddings in the continents, people were used to holding them outdoors so that they would be more lively. Things like having battle arenas at weddings were very common and popular here.

Heading in deeper, Qing Shui could see fake mountains, large bridges, lakes and pools, forests, and gardens everywhere. At the places where guests were seated, numerous tables could be seen, and there were already people sitting in small groups of three to five. They were currently happily chatting about something.

Qing Shui swept his glance across the scene and chose a location to sit down. There were snacks like sweet melons on the table but right now, there were no signs of the third young master of the Ying Clan or the young mistress from the Ling Clan.

“Brother, are you alone?”

At this moment, a voice rang out. There was a young man sitting opposite Qing Shui smiling at him.

The age of this young man was relatively similar to Qing Shui or just a little older. Qing Shui could sense that his strength wasn’t bad. He should be pretty powerful, likely from an extraordinary clan.

“Brother, please feel free to take a seat. I’m alone, so why is brother alone as well?” Qing Shui politely smiled.

“I can’t be bothered to sit together with those vile characters. Brother, your features seem unlike people of this continent; where are you from?” The young man casually asked.

A smile appeared on Qing Shui’s face. He knew that the question of this man definitely wasn’t as casual as he made it out to be. Thinking back to the servant who had obstructed his entry at the door, Qing Shui felt that this man must surely also be related to the Ying Clan.

“I’m from the Yanjiang Country. I wonder where brother is from?” Qing Shui smiled.

That young man also smiled. “Yanjiang... I have no idea where that is and I have to apologise for being ignorant. I’m from the Great Xia. May I know brother’s name?”

“Qing Shui. How might I address you?”

“Ying Tong!”

Qing Shui smiled. He knew this was the name of the third young master of the Ying Clan. This young man was none other than the main character of the wedding today. Why did it seem that there’s no one friendly with him? This caused Qing Shui to have a bewildered look on his face.

“Do you feel puzzled about why there’s no one beside me, despite it being my wedding day?” Ying Tong laughed.

Qing Shui nodded his head.

“Because the third young master of the Ying Clan is a useless wastrel that doesn’t even have a single good point. Those stronger than me look down on me. Those weaker than me ignore my existence. I can’t be bothered to feign civility and hence, I’m all alone.” Ying Tong gave a self-mocking laugh.

“What? I think in all likelihood it should be the third young master ignoring the existences of others right?” Qing Shui knew that this young man was very strong. There were plenty of so-called geniuses who were nothing but piles of shit in comparison to this young master.

“Today is my first day in this city. Pardon me for being direct, but brother, do you intend to go ahead with this wedding?” Qing Shui stared at Ying Tong as he asked.

Ying Tong glanced at Qing Shui for a long moment before slowly shaking his head. “Allowing a slut that can’t be married to other clans to climb over my head? If I can endure even that, I might as well not be a man.”

“A great man knows what he should do and what he should not do. As a brother, I will support you naturally.” Qing Shui smiled.

“Thank you. Brother, what are you here for?” Ying Tong had a look of puzzlement on his face when he asked this question.

“I’m here just to relax my heart. I’m here merely to look around, roam the streets with no intents or purposes. Coincidentally, I heard about your wedding when I was on the streets and I decided to come here for a free meal.” Qing Shui seriously spoke.

“Hahaha, okay I will believe you.”

After starting a moment, Qing Shui also smiled. “We are truly fated. You are my first friend in the Haohan Continent.”

“Oi, third young master why are you still here? We were looking for you high and low.”

At this moment, a rough voice drifted over as a few somewhat young-looking men walked over.

“Third young master Ying, congratulations on marrying a good wife.” A handsome sunshine looking man smiled with a mocking tone in his voice. His gaze was filled with traces of pity as he stared at Ying Tong.