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At the moment, the entire room was silent with only the coarse breathing of the people in it. However, Zong Yue seemed to become gradually calmer and even cracked a smile after a while. ”Yes, Zhangsun Wuji, I admit that you've asked the right question, but then again, how do you know that I would definitely not have a solution?”

”I know Sir Zong is fearless and that you probably already have an idea in your mind. I also know that you have never had the intention to harm Fuyao, which was why I never mentioned it.” Zhangsun Wuji gazed outside the window at the flowers swaying in the wind with a gentle expression and softly continued, ”Just that, Sir Zong, no matter what, this idea is dangerous. What should we do if Fuyao encounters something unexpected and you're not there? With regards to Fuyao's safety, I'm not assured.”

”It would make one even more anxious if Fuyao wasn't skilled enough!” Zong Yue immediately lashed back, ”That personality of hers makes her get into trouble all the time, endangering herself and getting injured. If you wait for her to actually sit down and obediently meditate without stopping, how would she ever get enough power to face the countless obstacles coming her way? Furthermore, up till now, she's been controlling very well without any problems. I didn't even have to use the ideas I prepared— ” He suddenly paused and widened his eyes. This was the first time the calm, sharp-tongued doctor let out a look of shock as he stuttered, ”It's you— It's you—”

Zhangsun Wuji immediately cut his words short and got up. Walking past him, he suddenly turned back and said, ”I just don't understand, Sir, you've always been slow and steady, why are you being so hasty about this?”

His tone was light, but Zong Yue looked as if a powerful streak of lightning had suddenly struck his head and he just stood there, dumbstruck. Even if the entire room caught fire, his expression would probably not change. Finally, his face turned a terrible shade of green, followed by white as a layer of frost appeared on his face. Under the dim candlelight, he looked like a paper figure which had been blown frozen by the wind.

The entire room fell silent again. The rest did not know which of Zong Yue's nerve Zhangsun Wuji's words struck, actually making this elegant and cool person suddenly react as such.

Meng Fuyao was shocked motionless as well until Ya Lanzhu tugged at her sleeve and she came back to her senses—no matter what, this fight started because of her, so she had the responsibility of ending it.

Meng Fuyao walked over quietly and nudged Zong Yue, muttering, ”I know you meant well…”

Zong Yue suddenly retracted his sleeve and pushed Meng Fuyao away forcefully. He had used considerable force, and Meng Fuyao stumbled back three steps. Immediately, Yun Hen and Ya Lanzhu rushed forward to support her as Yun Hen snapped angrily, ”Sir Zong, why are you venting your anger on Fuyao!?”

Tie Cheng, who had been standing guard outside the window, jumped inside in a flash with his sword raised.

Meng Fuyao quickly shouted, ”Stop it, stop it—” However, Zong Yue had already lunged forward and flipped Tie Cheng to the ground, his sword flying out of his hand and lodging itself in a bench, nearly hitting Ya Lanzhu, who shrank back in fright.

Yet, Zong Yue had already flown out of the window, his snow-white robes looking like a leaf covered in frost as he disappeared into the night.

Meng Fuyao quickly gave chase, but his shadow was already gone. Stopping, she wondered how the dinner had suddenly turned sour like this and turned around to see that Lord Yuan Bao had not left, but was squatting on the ground staring at her.

Meng Fuyao stared at it, while it stared back at Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao walked several steps to the left in an attempt to go around it, but Lord Yuan Bao immediately moved to the left as well. When Meng Fuyao moved to the right, Lord Yuan Bao instantly mirrored her actions.

In short, it was determined to stand in Meng Fuyao's way, determined to make Meng Fuyao acknowledge its existence, determined to make Meng Fuyao notice its pure and innocent gaze and evoke guilt for its master. It wanted Meng Fuyao to know that she was a despicable creature that didn't know how to feel bad until she was reminded.

Finally, Meng Fuyao couldn't stand it any longer and leaped into the air.

Thereafter, she strode towards Zhangsun Wuji's room—in a courtyard accessible through a tunnel from another room of the third courtyard.

True warriors must bravely admit their mistakes, and she, Meng Fuyao, had always been a female warrior.

Without knocking, she dashed into the room where Zhangsun Wuji seemed to already be sleeping. There was no light in the room, and in the inky darkness, she could see the faint outline of a person lying on the bed, seemingly asleep, breathing peacefully. The entire room was filled with soft breathing, and Meng Fuyao quietened down as well as she listened to the person's breathing in the darkness. She felt an inexplicable tranquility and calm.

She suddenly smiled, thinking that whether she explained or not, whether she apologized or not, really wasn't that important anymore. No matter what, Zhangsun Wuji knew her, and she too, knew Zhangsun Wuji, so what was there to say?

She turned around softly to leave.

However, a lazy voice traveled from behind her as it said amusedly, ”Creeping into other people's rooms in the middle of the night, are you not going to do anything and just leave?”

Meng Fuyao turned back and smiled. ”Beauty, I have no intention of taking anyone's dignity.” With that, she patted her behind and prepared to leave, but the person's tone suddenly turned melancholic as he sighed softly.

That single sigh stopped Meng Fuyao in her tracks as she stood there with her hand on against the door frame, one foot in and one foot out of the room.

Zhangsun Wuji flipped on the mattress and raised a hand towards her, saying, ”Come, come hug me.”

Meng Fuyao immediately shifted away.

”Can't a person who was wronged by you get a consolation hug?”

Meng Fuyao shuddered…'Why are there people who are so adept at guilt-tripping others? Furthermore, Meng Fuyao, why must you have a conscience?'

Zhangsun Wuji beckoned her with a hand, and a rush of warm energy sent the guilty party to his front where he proceeded to wrap an arm around her and pulling off her hairpin with the other as her hair fell in waves around the bed.