Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses
Chapter 119 - 118: Is this a feudal society?

Chapter 119: Chapter 118: Is this a feudal society?

The young man stammered, his face flushed red,

"You clearly said you liked me before!"

"Why are you acting like this now?"

Zhou Xingcai touched the jade bracelet on her wrist worth a thousand taels of silver.

"The past is the past, now is now. Before, I could accept you, now I can kick you out."

"What’s wrong with that?"

"Do you think I don’t know your hidden motives? You don’t think you can bind me now, do you?"

The young man was so hurt he nearly coughed up blood, "But why him? He doesn’t deserve it!"

"If you must find someone, find someone better!"

Yuchi, with his pair of glowing cat ears, was utterly shocked, "Dude, are you focused on the wrong thing?"

As an observer, he had easily figured out the situation.

It turns out this young man was Zhou Xingcai’s fiancé.

But Zhou Xingcai seemed to be infatuated with him for a while, then lost interest.

Unable to bear the loneliness, she went out hunting at night.

Indeed, the shrewd hunters often appear in the form of prey.

Yuchi was very calm about this; no matter how things changed, he felt that it didn’t affect him much.

At least he wasn’t interested in Zhou Xingcai at all.

If it wasn’t for the maid in the corner who hadn’t spoken a word, he wouldn’t have come to this place to have tea, which felt like a waste.

Zhou Xingcai’s words came again.

She sneered at the young man who was flushed with embarrassment, "Don’t let me look down on you, can you go a little further?"

"I’m discussing where to spend the night with Young Master Yuchi, why are you interrupting me?"

"Or are you saying you can’t raise my and Young Master Yuchi’s child?"

Yuchi lifted his head, looking at Zhou Xingcai in shock.

Is this eight years old?!

Is this a feudal society?

Are you telling me this is a feudal society?

"I can raise it, but I can’t raise your and his child. I don’t think he deserves you."

"If you really don’t like me, you could find someone a bit better at least."

"Don’t demean yourself like this, trampling on your own dignity."

"He doesn’t deserve it."

The young man was almost in tears.

Yuchi secretly gave a thumbs up, shook his head, amazed at the young man’s good attitude.

He thought the kiss-ass was just in stories, but turns out it’s right here?

Are these two here to mess with his mentality?

To Yuchi, if it were any normal person, really, if they caught something like this happening on the spot...

The man would definitely beat the other guy up, then propose a breakup.

His head could already accommodate cattle and sheep!

But this young man? Not only did he not dare to lay a hand on himself, but he was also so submissive and compromising.

Truly pathetic.

So if this young man came in and hit him a couple of times, Yuchi would concede, at least he had some fault.

Not knowing doesn’t mean there’s no fault, and definitely can’t be an excuse for making a mistake.

It’s a pity that the other party was always complaining.

He could even say he would help Yuchi raise a child? Such words could be uttered.

This is also quite exceptional.

He really didn’t want to hear these two argue anymore, so he leisurely sipped his tea.

"I estimate that tonight these ten taels worth of tea leaves will be drank."

Even though he couldn’t make out any distinction in taste, he couldn’t help but feel it was his hard-earned money.

Hey, don’t throw away the leftover tea leaves, take them home and soak them in water, and maybe cook some porridge with them later.

Can’t let them go to waste.

Such an expensive item.

After a while.

"Young Master Yuchi, I’m sorry about tonight!" Zhou Xingcai suddenly stood up at an unknown point.

She had a banquet to attend at noon tomorrow.

Originally she thought of enjoying herself before the banquet, but was disturbed by such a man.

Quite frustrating.

"Alright."

Yuchi put down his teacup, nodded solemnly.

After speaking, he watched as Zhou Xingcai tossed her head and left.

And the young man looked anxiously in the direction Zhou Xingcai left.

Of course, as soon as Zhou Xingcai left, he regained his confidence and approached the maid who was about to leave in the corner.

Raising his hand, he was about to give the maid a slap.

Who told her not to take good care of her mistress.

Yuchi appeared beside him, grasped his wrist.

"Brother, a man’s hand is meant to conquer the world, not to hit women," Yuchi said, feeling both ashamed and composed.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?" The young man became arrogant.

"I don’t know." Yuchi replied.

"You don’t know who I am, and you still dare to oppose me?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Just you wait, we’re not done!"

The young man, sweating from the pain on his forehead, glared at Yuchi, "You’re hurting me!"

"Ah, sorry." Yuchi immediately let go and apologized.

Watching the young man chase in the direction Zhou Xingcai left, he called out from afar, "Remember to pay the bill."

The young man turned back, giving him a fierce glare, but Yuchi didn’t care and sat back down.

Looking down through the banister, Zhou Xingcai casually tossed ten taels of silver onto the counter.

"Did she really pay?"

He confirmed that he was lucky tonight.

At least he hadn’t encountered a scam.

Then, watching as the maid calmed down and silently headed outside, he said calmly:

"Young lady, do you want to continue bowing to these people, or do you want to come under my tutelage and cultivate well?"

"You have a chance to choose again."

"It’s all up to your choice tonight."

Yuchi smiled at her, eventually asking, "Young lady, do you want to cultivate immortality?"

The maid’s steps paused for a moment.

She glanced at the young man leaning against the wall, her messy hair hiding her eyes.

Unable to see her expression.

... But she still left.

With a smile on his face, Yuchi drank the ten taels worth of tea soup, pondering whether the tea leaves were so expensive?

Tomorrow, he’ll definitely get an old hen to make soup, and even eat the tea stems.

As for whether the maid herself would leave?

He didn’t know, but if she really left, he couldn’t force her; you can’t force love.

Let’s see, with Miss Shanlan at the Ascension Gate, this is the confidence we need in speaking.

Everything depends on the thoughts of this unfamiliar maid.

As Yuchi leisurely listened to the music, gazing down at the prideful posture of the musician, she returned again.

Her forehead was drenched in sweat, and her messy hair stuck together.

"Young lady, do you want to cultivate immortality?"

Yuchi opened his palm, a tea tip spinning in his hand.

He smiled, genuinely looking like a good man.

The maid directly knelt down, placing both hands heavily on the straw-woven floor, bowing three times.

This time Yuchi didn’t help her up, choosing to let her follow her own thoughts.

From today onwards, if people wanted to kneel before him, let them kneel, give money, do whatever.

Respect the thoughts the other has held for many years; this way, at least, they can be slightly at ease.

Yuchi then took out a piece of clothing.

He placed it over the maid’s shoulders, "Wait for me by the bridge outside, and follow me afterwards."

The maid got up, holding the clothing close, glanced at Yuchi, nodded, and left.

She finally chose a slim hope.

If Yuchi was a fraud, her life would be over, but was there a life worse than now?

Maybe not.

Yuchi calmly finished the tea, pulled the room’s cord imitating Zhou Xingcai’s manner.

When the attendant arrived, he smiled and said, "Package the tea leaves!"

The attendant looked at Yuchi in shock, a gleam of disdain flashing through his eyes.

But he still followed orders.

He packaged the tea leaves in a small porcelain cup to Yuchi, cursing him as a bumpkin pretending to be something he wasn’t.

Yuchi delighted in it.

So what, did I eat your family’s rice? Money can’t buy personal will.