"Absolutely not! Unless I’m dead, I will never allow Zhen’er to suffer any grievance."
In the Hall of the Supre Sickle, a sharp-featured middle-aged woman in a palace gown angrily complained to her husband, "You heartless man, I Sili Junyan must have been blind to marry such a useless man as you. My daughter will marry a perfect husband and never fight with other won for a man!"
At this mont, she held a beautiful young girl in her arms. The girl’s face bore a hint of arrogance, her almond-shaped eyes glaring angrily at her father.
With her mother’s protection, Chen Zhen’er grew bold and coquettishly exclaid, "Father, I won’t marry! If you’re going to marry soone, let the child of that lowly woman do it. In any case, I would rather die than beco soone else’s co-wife."
"Presumptuous!"
Chen Guanglian was furious at this, rebuking, "Qi’er is still your sister, no matter what you say. You completely disregard ethics, spouting such nonsense. You... you greatly disappoint as a father!"
Chen Zhen’er saw her father’s anger and hurriedly hid in her mother’s arms.
Sili Junyan held her daughter, her face cold as frost, angrily enunciating word by word, "Chen—Guang—lian!"
As soon as she said this, Chen Guanglian’s body trembled, and his arrogance vanished.
"Oh, so you dare to scold your daughter now. Years ago, you silently brought that lowly woman back, did I say anything? And besides..."
Seeing the situation deteriorate, Chen Guanglian quickly pleaded, "Wife... please calm down. I know I was wrong! It’s all old grievances, why bring it up now."
After speaking, he hesitated a mont before deciding to compromise with his wife, earnestly saying, "Since Zhen’er doesn’t want to marry, then Qi’er will have to go. But let forewarn you, you and your daughter shouldn’t regret it in the future!"
Before the middle-aged woman could speak, Chen Zhen’er joyfully interjected, "Don’t worry, Father, your daughter will never regret it, even unto death!"
"Very well! I will deal with this matter imdiately."
After saying this, Chen Guanglian left the Hall of the Supre Sickle with heavy thoughts, quickly seeking out Family Head Chen Daqian to inform him of the change in co-wife selection.
He expected to be severely rebuked, but the Family Head responded indifferently, simply giving him a deep look and casually agreeing to the change.
Feeling uneasy, Chen Guanglian intentionally vented, "Family Head, our Chen family’s daughters are cherished and esteed, never worry about marriage prospects. So why now follow the old custom of ’three wives four concubines’ and proactively send off seven daughters of the Chen Family’s direct line for marriage? What virtue or ability does that young man have to deserve such great fortune!"
Chen Daqian replied calmly, "This matter is personally decided by the Ancestor. Are you questioning the Ancestor’s decision?"
"Guanglian wouldn’t dare!" Chen Guanglian was startled and quickly bowed, trembling.
"Nephew... I’ll take my leave now."
"Mm, don’t overthink it. Go ahead."
Once Chen Guanglian retreated outside the hall, he was shocked to find himself breaking out into a cold sweat.
In fact, it wasn’t just Chen Guanglian’s family, but also many influential figures within the Chen Family’s three major ancestor lineages and ten branch families who were puzzled and dissatisfied with this matter.
Nonetheless, the five Nascent Soul Ancestors offered no explanations, forcefully issuing an edict ordering the three main lineages to each select one direct-line daughter as a co-wife, while the ten branches needed to select four daughters as concubines.
Most importantly, these seven direct-line daughters had to be beautiful and possess Spirit Root qualities.
For a ti, this matter stirred a frenzy within the Chen Family, but under the Ancestor’s will, the seven daughters were quickly chosen.
Half a month later, seven exceptionally beautiful young girls successively moved into the brothels surrounding Hidden Dragon Pavilion, while other unselected won of the Chen Family soon relocated from this area.
Zhao Sheng, though focused on cultivation, was almost oblivious to external affairs. However, the robust youth Chen Shou, being well-inford, quickly figured things out and tily reported back to the young master.
Regarding the intentions of the Chen Family’s Nascent Soul Ancestors, Zhao Sheng understood clearly.
Anyway, he had already decided, neither taking initiative nor refusing. In a few years, once he achieved Foundation Establishnt, he would marry, start a family, and continue the lineage.
...
Ti flies, years slip by.
As spring passed into sumr, the weather grew hotter day by day, the heat increasing.
That day, a young man in red, standing eight feet tall with a strong build and a wide waist, hurriedly ran into the courtyard, loudly shouting, "Young master... young master! Miss Qi’er is here. Please co out quickly!"
At the sound of his voice, a graceful figure erged from the courtyard gate, walking in lightly.
Suddenly,
The door of the right side room was pushed open, and a handso young man with a tall build and commanding eyebrows erged, none other than Zhao Sheng two years later.
Despite being only fifteen, he had already grown into adulthood, with not a trace of childishness on his face.
Upon seeing her beloved appear, Chen Qi’er’s eyes, filled with affection and a hint of shyness, instantly fell upon Zhao Sheng, her picturesque face blushing lightly.
Zhao Sheng descended two stone steps, walked several paces alongside Chen Qi, smiling silently as he looked at her.
"Brother Xi, the weather has been hot lately. Qi’er personally made a brocade robe for you. Try it on and see if it fits."
Chen Qi retrieved an ethereal brocade magic robe from the Qiankun Bag at her waist, presenting it to Zhao Sheng with a look of great anticipation.
Zhao Sheng lightly smiled, reached out to take the robe, and put it on imdiately, finding it fits perfectly.
Chen Qi was soone very thoughtful; over the past two years, whenever the season changed, she would personally make a robe, offering it to Zhao Sheng of her own accord.
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