Chapter 93

"Unmarried wife—"

Zong Shou was also somewhat helpless. He had anticipated this scene when he left the city several days ago. She had likely come all this way to find him.

Accepting the memories of the previous 'Zong Shou' from the past thirteen years, he felt somewhat uncomfortable and a bit of resentment welled up in his chest. However, this matter needed to be resolved, and he did not wish to get entangled in it.

"Is she here to break off the engagement?"

Seeing Yin Yang's somewhat strange expression, Zong Shou did not take it to heart. He thought it would be good to meet her now, so he walked straight to the front hall of the residence.

The residence arranged for them by Yun Sheng City was quite large, a four-section independent courtyard. When Zong Shou entered the front hall, he saw two women sitting in the hall.

One was about sixteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, a peach face and apricot cheeks. She wore a tight-fitting red arrow-sleeved shirt, well-tailored. Although her development was not as outrageous as Chuxue's, she was still very alluring in her attire.

The other woman was dressed as a servant, around twenty years old, with a beautiful and dignified appearance. However, she had a sullen face, seemingly very displeased.

He had seen these two from a distance at the city gate, but seeing them again now felt different.

When Zong Shou and the others entered, the girl immediately raised her eyebrows and looked at Zong Shou carefully. In just a moment, her eyes were full of disappointment. The other woman then snorted coldly: "Finally willing to show up? Our young miss has come here three times, waiting for several hours each time. Prince Zong Shou, you really have a lot of nerve—"

Zong Shou laughed wryly, too lazy to deal with the woman's impolite remarks. Since the situation was already clear, there was no need to be polite. He ignored any formalities, sat down in the hall, and said calmly: "Is Miss Yiren here to break off the engagement? This is no problem. Zong Shou understands your difficulties and does not dare to force the matter. Uncle Yin, bring me some ink and paper, I will write a letter of severance—"

Yin Yang's face turned awkward, and he did not move. The red-clothed girl also looked at Zong Shou and Yin Yang with surprise, finally frowning: "Who said I want to break off the engagement? Our marriage was arranged by our parents, and all the formalities have been completed—exchanging birth dates, presenting gifts, asking for names, and more. Only the wedding date is left. How can it be easily annulled? If you want to break off the engagement, what will become of me, Xuan Yuan Yiren?"

Zong Shou's mouth almost dropped open, his face full of shock. What was going on? If Xuan Yuan Yiren came to find him, it couldn't be for anything other than breaking off the engagement, right?

Could there be some other consideration or custom?

He remembered that in ancient times, although women's fidelity was highly valued, the social atmosphere was quite open. Given the status of Xuan Yuan Yiren's parents, it shouldn't have any impact.

It would just be a bit of a bad reputation.

Xuan Yuan Yiren, however, was relentless, glaring at Zong Shou: "Do you think I, Xuan Yuan Yiren, am the kind of person who breaks promises?"

Zong Shou was even more speechless, inexplicably feeling a powerful aura from this girl. Especially at this moment, it pressed down on him, leaving him powerless to resist.

Furrowing his brows, Zong Shou forced a light cough: "Of course not, but I heard that Miss Yiren has always been against this marriage. Your uncle and aunt have ignored me for years, their attitude is clear. I, Zong Shou, now know that my life is precarious, and I do not want to drag you down. Miss Yiren, you really don't need to worry. Seeking benefits and avoiding harm is human nature. Matters of a lifetime should be handled with great caution. Besides, this arranged marriage was done without our consent, and I, Zong Shou, am also repulsed by it—"

"Shut up!"

Before he could finish, Xuan Yuan Yiren coldly shouted. There was a 'clank' as a bright sword suddenly pointed at Zong Shou's nose, cold and lethal, exuding a killing aura.

The red-clothed girl's eyes also seemed to be spitting fire, stubborn and defiant.

"My name is Yiren, but if read backward, it means 'righteousness'! The surname Xuan Yuan is passed down from ancient sages, a noble name that cannot be defiled. When Uncle Weiran was alive, the engagement could have been broken. I didn't like you, Zong Shou, so I could speak freely. But now that Uncle is gone, if Xuan Yuan Yiren were to break the engagement, it would be adding insult to injury and ungrateful!"

Zong Shou's eyes twitched again, glaring at Yin Yang beside him.

He cursed inwardly, thinking this was the fiancée who wanted to break off the engagement that you mentioned?

But Yin Yang looked extremely satisfied, as if he were enjoying the scene.

Sighing, Zong Shou felt utterly powerless, his brows furrowed: "Then, Miss Yiren, have you asked your uncle and aunt about this? How about this, I will write the letter of severance, and Miss can take it back to your parents to decide. The breaking of the engagement is not your fault; it's because I, Zong Shou, have someone else in mind and am voluntarily breaking the engagement—"

The woman dressed as a servant's face immediately softened, a hint of joy flashing across it.

Xuan Yuan Yiren was also slightly surprised. She looked Zong Shou up and down, then sneered without gratitude: "I don't like your character. Is breaking the engagement really to avoid dragging me down? Or are you just putting on a brave face to look good? Or perhaps you know you are doomed to die! You may be useless, but you are my future husband. Don't say such things to me again! If you have someone you like, you can marry them in the future. My father has many wives and concubines, and my mother never said anything. What does this have to do with breaking the engagement?"

Zong Shou was speechless, not knowing what to say next. Xuan Yuan Yiren put away her sword, looking heroic and fierce: "No matter what my parents think, I, Xuan Yuan Yiren, will never do anything unrighteous. Rest assured, I am your fiancée. From today on, I will stay by your side. As long as I am here, no one will harm you! Even if you, Zong Shou, are a waste, no one will dare to offend you in the future—"

Without waiting for Zong Shou's consent, she walked straight to the inner courtyard.

Zong Shou remained stunned in the hall. After a moment, the young woman stood in front of him with a very unpleasant expression, bowing respectfully.

"Li Yunniang of Xuan Sheng City, pays respects to Prince!"

Zong Shou's gaze immediately turned serious. Not only because this woman's aura was stronger than Yin Yang's, but also because he could not gauge her strength. Moreover, the unhidden killing intent from Li Yunniang was cold and sharp, like two ice knives, making his cheeks ache.

"Miss Yiren is always independent and somewhat eccentric and naive. Please forgive her, Prince! However, if I were you, it would be better to break off the engagement early. Do you know that not long ago, the seventh disciple of Shang Xiao Sect proposed to Xuan Shan City? Not only has the city lord's wife agreed, but the city lord himself has also given his consent."

Smirking, Li Yunniang's expression turned meaningful: "I advise you, Prince, not to have any delusions. The longer this matter drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for you. You, a useless person who cannot cultivate, how can you match our young miss? I have said all I need to say. Please consider it carefully, Prince—"

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