Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 327 - 313: I Am You!

Chapter 327: Chapter 313: I Am You!

At the entrance of the Ximen Mansion, Ximen Jinxing accompanied his father, Ximen Shuxiang, to send Zhang San away.

"Zhang San, my sister is weak and the wind is strong outside, so she won’t come out."

Zhang San quickly cupped his hands in salute and replied, "It’s no trouble. Let Jinlian have a good rest. Principal Officer Ximen, you can also practice the Body Refinement Technique from the book I left. It’s greatly beneficial for both defense and strength."

Ximen Shuxiang nodded indifferently and waved at Zhang San.

"Zhang San takes his leave."

After saying this, Zhang San turned around. Silently, he let out a belch that went unnoticed, then departed from the Ximen Mansion.

In the afternoon breeze, Ximen Shuxiang continued to watch Zhang San’s departing figure.

From the side, Ximen Jinxing glanced at her grandfather and said coldly, "Stop looking. You hardly ever use that bow anyway, so what’s the harm in lending it? Grandfather, you’re a grown man, please don’t be so petty, will you?"

Ximen Shuxiang had already felt pained that his treasured bow had been lent out so casually, and hearing his daughter speak like that only added to his heartache.

"My precious Dragon Tongue Bow! Normally, I only dare touch it during the New Year, and I can hardly bring myself to use it. You just lent it to that youngster. How can I not be heartbroken!"

As the Principal Officer Ximen spoke, he was completely overtaken by tears.

Ximen Jinxing looked disdainfully at her grandfather and pouted.

"Grandfather, I hope you’ll cry like this when I get married one day. If not, I won’t agree!"

Having said that, Ximen Jinxing turned to go back.

Upon hearing this, Ximen Shuxiang suddenly realized something astounding and exclaimed in shock, "What do you mean? Did Zhang San propose?"

Hearing this, Ximen Jinxing, although aware that her grandfather had misunderstood, still felt a tinge of happiness and even blushed slightly.

However, just as she was about to turn around and clarify that such a thing had not occurred, she caught her father’s face breaking into a very content smile.

"Grandfather! What do you mean by that? You really don’t want me around the house, do you? Are you that eager to marry me off?"

After saying this, Ximen Jinxing huffed heavily and turned to leave.

Ximen Shuxiang stood at the front door. He glanced once more at the Zhang San’s retreating figure, who had borrowed his treasured bow and probably would never return it, then turned his head to watch his daughter’s upset departure.

In that moment, Ximen Shuxiang felt the need to cry a little longer.

Thus, Ximen Shuxiang returned to his room and entered a small room at the back.

Although slightly dim, the room was very clean, clearly looked after regularly.

In the center of the room, there was the ancestral tablet of Madame Ximen Shuxiang.

Ximen Shuxiang walked in, sat on the floor, and stared blankly at his wife’s ancestral tablet.

"My dear wife! It seems our daughter really has met someone she likes this time."

"I had a good feeling about Zhang San from the start, a close disciple of the Pharaoh, now a prominent figure in the Town Martial Office. His prospects will surely be no less than mine."

"But as a man, being successful is one aspect; more importantly, he must treat his wife well. From what I see of Zhang San towards our daughter... um... I haven’t actually seen it yet. I’ll finish up what I’m doing and then go take a secret look!"

"Rest easy, my wife. Our daughter takes after you with her good judgment. No mistake there. Hahahaha..."

...

At that moment, inside Jinlian Ximen’s room.

Although it was still afternoon, the door was closed, and the windows were also shut.

Jinlian Ximen lay in her bedding.

She gently licked her lips, still fantasizing about the handsome man she had imagined.

"That Zhang San is really something," she whispered.

Just as Jinlian Ximen finished speaking softly, a woman who looked exactly like her appeared in the room, even the color of her hair was identical.

However, this woman’s pupils were void of irises, or rather, her entire pupils were pitch black like ink.

"You think he’s not bad, but your sister seems to like him quite a bit too."

The Jinlian Ximen in bed lifted her head to look at the woman in her room, wrapped in countless threads yet managing to cover her body.

"Sister won’t compete with me for things."

Hearing this, the thread-entwined "Jinlian Ximen" just snickered coldly.

"Although you’ve been frail since childhood and your sister has accommodated you, giving you the best of everything, surely you don’t think that when it comes to men, she would do the same?"

As she spoke, the woman looked disdainfully at the Jinlian Ximen on the bed and said, "After all, he’s the man she brought home. Besides, with your frail body, competing for a man hardly seems like a battle you could win."

The enraged Jinlian Ximen on the bed sat up, and her blanket slid off, revealing an indescribable scene.

"Shut up. Don’t speak that way about my sister."

The thread-entwined "Jinlian Ximen" quickly nodded and chuckled, saying, "Yes, yes, I’ll stop. But just because I don’t say it doesn’t mean some things don’t exist."

As she spoke, the thread-entwined "Jinlian Ximen" floated up from the floor and came beside the bed, looking at Jinlian Ximen.

"You always think I’m misleading you, but don’t forget..."

"I am you!"