I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 330 What is Mother En’s Surname_1

Chapter 330: Chapter 330 What is Mother En’s Surname_1

The more it was like this, the more curious you became about your own family background. It was just that your mother was like this, and your grandmother was the same. They both seemed to avoid something, giving you evasive answers, which only made you more curious.

"Um, can I put on a song to listen to? The atmosphere in this carriage is really too oppressive."

Xiao Feng, who had been driving the whole time, couldn’t hold it in anymore and finally spoke up.

"It’s all because of you, you little troublemaker. If you hadn’t meddled so much, things wouldn’t have gotten so complicated."

Xiao Feng glanced at you through the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "If it wasn’t for my meddling, Mother En wouldn’t have found her long-lost best friend."

"Long-lost my foot! Can’t you tell? They have a grudge against each other, at least some estrangement. I don’t know if putting these two together will cause any more conflict." You sighed softly and leaned your entire body against the car seat.

Wu Qiyi looked at you and finally mustered up the courage to ask you, "Yun, you’re not angry, are you?"

"Me?" you said with a laugh, "What would I have to be angry about?"

"Just by the tone, I can tell you’re angry. Who are you fooling?" Xiao Feng added another comment.

You glared fiercely at Xiao Feng: "If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute!"

"I... I actually didn’t want to hide it from you, it’s just that I thought I could resolve this matter easily, but it turned out to be so troublesome that even you got to know about it."

At this moment, Wu Qiyi had none of the detached, lofty aura of a goddess—she was more like the girl next door, her face hesitant, looking at you with a pair of eyes filled with a trace of timidity.

"Ah, Little Yun, you really don’t need to keep hiding it. It’s just arranging a marriage, isn’t it? Why don’t you give this troublemaker here an invite too? With his mediocre skills, he’s sure to become one of your suitors, and then... hehehe."

You rolled your eyes; nothing could stop Xiao Feng’s mouth from running.

Actually, your thoughts were the same as Wu Qiyi’s. The things she didn’t tell you were definitely not important. However, the appearance of the Young Marshall made you somewhat cautious.

After thinking it over, you finally asked, "What’s the deal with that Young Marshall?"

"Exactly, I want to know what kind of trick that Young Marshall played on your grandma. She definitely looked at him with eyes like he was her grandson-in-law, and then looking at our Little Yunyun, tsk tsk tsk, like a bug in a sewage ditch."

"That’s not the point!"

You rolled your eyes at Xiao Feng, just about to speak, when Wu Qiyi suddenly cried out solemnly, "This is the point!"

Both you and Xiao Feng were startled. If Xiao Feng hadn’t been driving, he might have jumped in shock.

Wu Qiyi looked straight at you and said firmly, "For Luanfeng Pavilion to have a successor, my grandma came up with a nonsensical marriage arrangement, choosing four people from a large pool, and among them was Cen Jinghua."

"Cen Jinghua is the Young Marshall," Xiao Feng added a piece of obvious nonsense.

"This person has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. First, he visited my grandmother claiming to be the grandson of an old friend, and he and my grandmother seemed to hit it off quite well. As for the rest, I don’t know much since I also met him for the first time just now," Wu Qiyi said, looking at you. "Do you believe what I’ve just told you?"

"I do, of course I believe you," you nodded slightly and continued, "Aside from the Young Marshall, there was also that Taoist who caught my attention. If Mother En hadn’t spoken up, he certainly would have tried something that looked like a spell, a shame it was interrupted."

"Since you don’t like it, I’ll just cancel that arranged marriage proposal. I’ll tell my grandmother when I get back. If she insists on it, I’ll have someone send her back to Xianju."

As she spoke, Wu Qiyi’s voice turned cold.

"There’s no need for that. I understand why your grandmother has a prejudice against me; after all, birth determines everything."

"It’s not like that at all," Wu Qiyi quickly interjected, her words becoming much more urgent, "The reason my grandmother acts this way is that she was injured by a man surnamed Li when she was young. Since then, she has been prejudiced against all the Lis. This has nothing to do with you, and if anything, I suspect Cen Jinghua has been stirring things up."

At this, a cold light flashed in Wu Qiyi’s eyes: "This person, we must teach him a lesson!"

"Wait, don’t get involved in this," you said.

You knew well enough Wu Qiyi’s temperament; once angered, the consequences could be severe, and you weren’t ready to escalate things just yet. Plus, it was clear that the Young Marshall had come for you—he had essentially thrown down the gauntlet, and you had to respond. Still, the manner of the fight was something to be considered.

Xiao Feng’s thoughts were obviously not in line with yours or Wu Qiyi’s—he seemed to be enjoying the drama unfolding.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said, "I remember Mother En said she and Little Yun’s grandmother were sisters, and then Little Yun mentioned her grandmother had been wounded in love by a man surnamed Li. Hey, connecting the dots, I feel like these plot points could make up a whole romance novel."

"Madman, spit out the rest of what’s in your head; it’ll stink if you keep it bottled up too long."

"Heh, do I even need to say? With my years of experience watching soap operas, here’s how it goes," Xiao Feng cleared his throat and began, "Over thirty years ago, no, it should be forty years ago. There were two girls as beautiful as flowers, who became close friends very fast; they shared everything, their little secrets. One day, a girl surnamed Shangguan told her friend, huh?"

Xiao Feng paused suddenly and asked you, "Little Yunyun, what’s our Mother En’s surname?"

"Damn it, are you dumb? Mother En’s surname is... huh?"

You also started scratching your head, realizing you didn’t even know your own grandmother’s name or surname. In Chaotian Village during your childhood, there weren’t many young people, and the older folks simply referred to your grandmother as "Man Cang’s wife."

Man Cang, Li Mancang—that would be your grandfather’s name.

"You’re the dumb one now, having lived for eighteen years and not even knowing your own grandmother’s name," Xiao Feng scratched his head and laughed bitterly, "Damn it, now that I think about it, I don’t know my own grandmother’s name either, though she passed away many years ago."

Xiao Feng changed the subject and went on, "Anyways, all that’s not important. The girl surnamed Shangguan told the young Mother En that she had fallen for a dumb kid surnamed Li."

You rolled your eyes, feeling quite odd to have your brother make up stories about your grandparents.

"Actually, the young Mother En also liked the Li boy, she just never showed it. Then, after a series of melodramatic events, the Li boy confessed his love to the young Mother En. Just when they were amid a beautiful, romantic setting, a cold wind blew suddenly, and a trembling, petite figure stood behind them. She pointed an accusing finger at their unfaithfulness and infidelity, then cut off all ties with them both!"