Xiang Yu followed the Ghost King through the dense forest. They didn’t walk that far before he spotted a small old house shrouded in an eerie aura, protected by a host of ghosts. However, as soon as Xiang Yu appeared, his formidable presence sent the spirits scattering in terror. The Ghost King grumbled, "Can’t get good help these days," as he watched his spectral minions abandon him. They ran so fast you would think that they weren’t under his ghost slave contract.
When they entered the house Xiang Yu was prepared for the worst. He thought that there would be a group of won tied together crying for help but instead he saw that the hostages were not restrained and they were separated into two groups. Lian and i were conducting interviews, their expressions serious and focused.
One might be curious as to what exactly they were interviewing the hostages for. Well, when they got caught and tossed into this old house they realized they could take advantage of the situation. When would they ever have so many stunning won in one place? Lian and i cut off their restraints ready to implent their plan.
i moved swiftly, untying the restraints of the won. The room was filled with teary-eyed won, their expressions a mix of relief and confusion. Lian stood on a broken stool and made a public service announcent that left the won stunned. "Hello, hie... While we are here waiting patiently for rescue, we are looking for the perfect wife for our father," she declared, her voice clear and confident.
One woman in a green dress, her face still streaked with tears, scolded Lian. "How can you worry about such things while we are still trapped here?"
Lian didn’t seem to care about her tone. i, busy untying another woman, reassured them, "Our father will co looking for us. You don’t need to worry." The woman snorted and Lian turned to the woman her expression unyielding.
"If you are not interested, you can sit in the corner and shut up," she said her tone so chilling that the woman cowered.
i nudged Lian gently, whispering, "Stop being rude. It will affect our chances of finding a good wife for our master."
Lian’s deanour shifted instantly. She smiled sweetly at the woman in the green dress. "Please be quiet," she said, her tone now polite but to the woman it sounded like a threat. "Better?" she asked i and her sister almost rolled her eyes.
The woman was terrified but seeing that this was a kid who hadn’t even co of age she huffed but complied, moving to the corner. The other won, though bewildered listened to them. "Any of you who are disinterested you can move to this side," said Lian taking the matter seriously. More than half of the young won moved to the other side of the room. "Those under twenty and married are not suitable. You may step to the side," she added and ten more young won left the group. The twins didn’t want a mother close to their age. It would be very weird to call soone their age mother.
"The fact that you are putting in so much effort to find a wife for him must an that he is old and ugly... or poor," said one of the young won who couldn’t fathom these girls chose to it this right no. It was simply illogical. What she didn’t realise was that the word illogical was not in this pair’s vocabulary. They were just as illogical as their master. Because of what this woman said two won rethought their decision and moved away from the group.
"My father is not old. He is very handso and would never pick you big head!" yelled Lian before i covered her mouth while apologising with a nervous laugh.
"No na calling or calling out other people’s appearances. Its not nice," she whispered educating her like she was much older than her. Actually, she was older than Lian by approximately twenty minutes. It was clear that Lian was the emotional one of the two.
"But she called master ugly and old and poor," she whispered angrily but i gestured for her to keep quiet.
A gorgeous woman with peach blossom eyes tremblingly raised her hand and asked, "Ca- can you tell us more about him? Like what happened to your mother." She was thinking a man who would co save his daughters wouldn’t be that bad, right?
"He has never been married before and will not take in concubines in the future because he hates drama. We were saved by him when we were five and he adopted us. He is not ssy and he stays at ho and works very hard. He doesn’t even know what the door of a brothel looks like," said i advertising her master’s good qualities.
"He is very very generous and tall. He has a temper only to those who betray him and he likes drinking wine and eating good food," chid in Lian before her sister whispered in her ear,
"Shouldn’t you leave that out? It might scare them." As though her words were prophetic three won moved to the other side reducing the numbers. "Any more questions?" she asked and the won shook their heads. The others didn’t want to admit it but the twin girls had managed to lighten the atmosphere. Despite their ordeal they found themselves drawn in by the twins’ infectious enthusiasm.
"Okay, then we will ask you a couple of questions to determine your compatibility with our father. Let’s start with you," said i beckoning the young woman sitting in front. The two were even more serious about their job than a matchmaker. They asked a series of questions silently picking their favourites among them. This was like watching the preselection of prospective suitors before they went on The Bachelor.
"Can you cook?" Lian asked one girl, ntally jotting down notes.
"What’s your favourite hobby?" i inquired of another, her eyes scanning the responses.
"What do you want in a husband? Do you want children?" Lian continued, her tone professional.
This was what Xiang Yu walked into. His disciples had divided the room in two while interviewing won. His brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice cutting through the room.
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