The Cultivator’s face turned deathly white. Just thinking about what happened tonight at the Zuixian Building, it was as if his soul had been sucked out of him. He took a deep breath in this moment.

Then, a light comment from Chen Er drifted over, "Are there some things you still haven’t seen through? A bunch of lovesick fools? They’re nothing but a bunch of simpletons."

The pale-faced young man was momentarily stunned.

A quiet moment passed between father and son, with no one speaking.

At a certain instant.

Determined not to give up, the Cultivator clenched his teeth and said, "No, I don’t blame Su Sister. Her parents and Su clan members are in Zhou Dufu’s hands, and the Su clan’s kindness toward her is well-known. Su Sister, with her cold exterior and warm heart, is deeply sentimental. It’s understandable that she believed in the so-called destined prince in her desperation."

Chen Er suddenly spoke earnestly:

"Have you forgotten the wise saying from our Li Territory? The prettier the woman, the more dangerous she is. I’m telling you, this Su Qingdai is not as simple as you believe!"

The Cultivator was dazed and thoroughly gave up.

At an open-air tavern.

Zhao Rong glanced at the old horse brought by Zhou Dufu not far away and suddenly said:

"Did the old general come alone?"

Zhou Dufu turned his head to look in the direction of Hanjing and nodded, "Bringing more people would probably keep that empress up at night."

Zhao Rong didn’t continue the conversation, instead, he sighed softly.

Zhou Dufu raised an eyebrow, playing along, "My lord, what sigh is this for?"

Next to him was a young Confucian Scholar, leaning against him like a tender Fairy from the Ziwei Pavilion, his tone carrying a hint of regret and sorrow:

"I heard that the old general has a good relationship with Beichen Hall... um, does Beichen Hall have no fair maidens?"

The open-air tavern became somewhat quiet.

The portly old man and a group of disciples were all silently staring at someone who was crazily hinting.

Zhao Rong waved his hand, "No other meaning, just want to get acquainted, that’s all."

Get acquainted, and then gauge the depth?

The atmosphere at the table quieted down again.

In making the entire venue awkwardly silent, Zhao Rong had never disappointed them.

Just then, Su Qingdai, calm and gentle, holding Zhao Rong’s arm, straightened up and nestled close to his ear, whispering softly.

"Ziyu, I know a bit about Beichen Hall. They mostly have male Cultivators, all dull and boring men, with no remarkable female Cultivators."

Her breath was as fragrant as orchids, showing no concern for the man dependent on her to have his eye on other women while indulging in what’s in his bowl.

Playing the role of a lascivious and crafty, greedy Confucian Scholar, Zhao Rong tilted his head slightly, moving his ear away from her alluringly close lips.

Su Qingdai was not annoyed, her lovely face and brows as dark as ink looked up at him with a gentle gaze, "Actually, in the mountains of Great Li, I... I also know a few fairies. Perhaps... I could introduce them to you later."

Hmm? Zhao Rong’s eyes widened slightly, and he couldn’t help but turn to look at her, taken aback.

Such a good thing? Outrageous... no, it’s sensible!

Perfectly consistent with the role he was pretending to play.

Zhao Rong subtly gave Qian’er, who was quietly counting on something, an assuring look.

"Oh?" The young Confucian Scholar pinched his wine cup between two fingers, his eyebrows slightly raised in a roguish manner, lifting his other hand to pinch Su Qingdai’s delicate chin and lifting her face up.

He chuckled, "Such pampering isn’t for nothing."

Su Qingdai smiled lightly, her eyes curving.

"This is your reward." Zhao Rong tilted the wine cup forward, feeding her a sip of wine.

After taking a sip, Su Qingdai dutifully took the cup to refill it for him, not glancing at Qian’er’s direction.

Zhao Rong turned and said persistently, "Old general, since we are friends... do you have any outstanding juniors to recommend, someone we could meet together, especially some interesting beauties?"

Zhou Dufu couldn’t help but size up Zhao Rong again, pursed his lips without speaking, took another swig of his drink, coughed, and shook his head, "I’m sorry, Young Master Zhao, I don’t."

He couldn’t help adding, "Young master, I’ve invited you to drink, and I’ve agreed to the matter with Fairy Su at your side. Aren’t we already friends?"

The cheek of it, trying to buy off this young master with just a meal’s worth of drink! And it’s not even fine wine.

At this moment, Zhao Rong looked impassively at Zhou Dufu.

With just this, it’s hard for me to help you out.

The old man who seemed like a rich patriarch was somewhat helpless, thought for a while, and took out a small booklet, handing it over to Zhao Rong silently.

Zhao Rong flipped through it, his eyes lighting up, nodding his head, "This will do, tell me when it is."

Consistent with the role he was pretending to play.