Was it you that night?
Chapter 214 - 212: Wuya, Why Did You Marry Me?

Chapter 214: Chapter 212: Wuya, Why Did You Marry Me?

Nan Sheng was seething with frustration, having discovered that Zuo An had not even arranged a place for her to stay, despite her being a prestigious guest of Sky Pole Sect.

Given her intimate familiarity with all the buildings of Sky Pole Sect, she found her own way to the Guest Courtyard and settled into a fairly spacious yard.

But the more she thought about it, the more indignant she felt. Why couldn’t she marry Dongfang Wuya?

With her status, wasn’t she the perfect match for Dongfang Wuya?

Although Shen Qinghe’s cultivation base was decent, her status was not as noble as hers. How could she be a match for Dongfang Wuya?

With that thought, she made a beeline for Bixiao Tower.

Dongfang Wuya was holding the Xuantian Mirror, spying on Shen Qinghe. He had been watching for two shichen and could not bear to move his gaze away.

Xiao Bai found this scene rather amusing.

Normally, his master would act aloof in front of Fairy Qinghe, only showing his affection for her when they were alone. He felt that his master’s approach was incorrect, as it failed to convey the depth of his love to Fairy Qinghe.

Just as he was about to advise his master, he saw Nan Sheng appear outside Bixiao Tower.

At the same time, Dongfang Wuya sensed her presence, "What is this ghastly thing? Get that eyesore far away from me!"

As he spoke, his eyes never left Shen Qinghe’s face in the Xuantian Mirror, not even for an inch.

"To answer my master, it’s Nan Sheng," Xiao Bai reported honestly.

"Hideous creatures always like to stir trouble. It’s not enough for her to bother my woman, now she dares to come to my territory to make a fool of herself. Go and toss her out of Sky Pole Sect!" Dongfang Wuya ordered coolly.

Xiao Bai, remembering Nan Sheng’s current identity, showed a troubled expression, "Wouldn’t that be inappropriate? Nan Sheng is now a princess of the Demon Realm. If I were to toss her out of Sky Pole Sect, how would we deal with the enmity this would cause with the Demon Realm?"

"Any enmity will be Zuo An’s problem to solve, why do you care so much? What, do you aspire to be the sect leader?" Dongfang Wuya asked mockingly, with a smirk.

Xiao Bai immediately understood and was about to take action when Nan Sheng, outside the tower, suddenly raised her voice, "Mr. Wuya, as the princess of the Demon Realm, I wish to form an alliance with Sky Pole Sect through marriage. If you take me as your bride, you will be the Demon Realm’s son-in-law..."

Xiao Bai struggled to contain his laughter as he looked towards his master. Dongfang Wuya’s face was full of disgust as he muttered under his breath, "Bad luck!"

Not daring to delay any longer, Xiao Bai took action the moment he left Bixiao Tower.

Nan Sheng thought her cultivation base had greatly improved, but she barely lasted a few moves against Xiao Bai before she was defeated and thrown out of Sky Pole Sect in a very embarrassing manner.

"Do you really think you could aspire to someone like my master, you vile woman? Look at yourself!" Xiao Bai, filled with detestation for taking trouble home, glanced at Nan Sheng with disgust and then returned to report to Dongfang Wuya.

Shen Zhiyao also received the news of Nan Sheng being thrown out of Sky Pole Sect by Xiao Bai and immediately reported it to Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe found the news bewildering, "How could she have the face to bother Mr. Wuya?"

Dongfang Wuya was not some brainless admirer of Nan Sheng, and moreover, he was about to marry her. Given Dongfang Wuya’s temperament, sparing Nan Sheng’s life was already a generous act of mercy.

Shen Zhiyao felt that it was easy to understand Nan Sheng’s malicious intentions, "Isn’t it because Mr. Wuya will soon marry you? She wants to snatch Mr. Wuya from you..."

Dongfang Wuya, in front of the Xuantian Mirror, thought Shen Zhiyao’s words made sense. He was captivated by the conversation and wanted to know if Shen Qinghe would feel any urgency knowing how sought-after he was.

But to his surprise, the woman was quite confident, "She might be able to snatch any other man, but she could never snatch Mr. Wuya!"

Dongfang Wuya felt very pleased upon hearing this, though he would have been even more delighted if Shen Qinghe had added, "Because Wuya is mine."

Then he heard Shen Zhiyao ask his little wife, "Aren’t you afraid that Nan Sheng might snatch Mr. Wuya away?"

Dongfang Wuya immediately stood up straight and moved closer to the Xuantian Mirror, wanting to know how Shen Qinghe would answer.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that Shen Qinghe’s expression was indescribably odd.

Just then, Shen Qinghe looked up as though she was gazing through the Xuantian Mirror at him, as if saying to him, "If something can be stolen, it means it’s not valuable. If Mr. Wuya is truly taken away by Nan Sheng, it means that he and I were not meant to be."

Dongfang Wuya furrowed his brows upon hearing this. The girl couldn’t possibly suspect him of having an affair with Nan Sheng, could she?

Afterwards, the Shen sisters continued their cultivation, but he was restless.

He always felt that the look Shen Qinghe gave the Xuantian Mirror was a bit odd, yet he truly had no dealings with Nan Sheng.

He felt disgusted even giving Nan Sheng an extra glance, let alone having a deeper connection with her.

How could Shen Qinghe not trust him?

Thinking that he and Shen Qinghe would soon be wed, he found some relief.

Shen Qinghe must have fallen in love with him without realizing it, thinking wildly because she lacked a sense of security. In time, once they were married, he would give Shen Qinghe enough security to indulge in bliss every day.

The day of the seventh month and the sixth arrived in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Dongfang Wuya sitting without leaving, Shen Qinghe finally took action to drive him away, "You should go back to Bixiao Tower now. It’s not good for you to stay in Simple Residence Courtyard with the contract ceremony tomorrow."

"What’s wrong with it?" Dongfang Wuya asked discontentedly.

"It’s inauspicious for the bride and groom to see each other the night before the wedding," Shen Qinghe made up an excuse.

Dongfang Wuya thought the person who came up with this idea must be out of their mind, but still thought it better safe than sorry and decided to return to Bixiao Tower.

Watching Dongfang Wuya’s retreating figure, Shen Qinghe remembered something Nan Sheng had told her and blurted out, "Wuya, why are you marrying me?"

Was it because of Meng Yun’s matchmaking, which led them to the closest relationship between a man and a woman, or was it purely out of a sense of responsibility for her?

After all, he had personally told her that.

Dongfang Wuya thought Shen Qinghe had asked a stupid question. Of course, he was marrying her because he liked her.

However, he couldn’t let her know too soon to prevent her from becoming too proud and behaving wildly.

"Since I took your purity, of course, I should take responsibility. What other reason could there be? What, have you fallen in love with me?" Dongfang Wuya looked at Shen Qinghe expectantly.

All of Shen Qinghe’s hopes vanished, and she replied irritably, "You can leave now!"

It seemed that falling for him too soon would leave her at a disadvantage. Plus, with his status as the male lead, she had to remain vigilant at all times.

"You haven’t answered me yet, Shen Qinghe, have you fallen in love with me? If you have fallen for me, perhaps I might be compelled to reluctantly reciprocate..."

Before Dongfang Wuya could finish his sentence, Shen Qinghe forcefully shut the courtyard door.

Seeing her so hot-tempered, Dongfang Wuya couldn’t help but chuckle.

He stood there for a good while, remembering that he would be married to her tomorrow. He wasn’t in a hurry, and so he walked away lightheartedly.

After he left, Shen Qinghe couldn’t resist opening the courtyard door again.

She saw a slender figure disappear in a flash across the sky. She stared into the distance for a long time, letting out an involuntary and soft sigh.