He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 191 Marriage 2

Leng Huan breathed a sigh of relief and let her take a picture. Finally, he said, "Senior Sister Linlang really likes dolls... But I'm not a good doll."

Ji Linlang put away the shadow stone, raised her finger and shushed: "In my opinion, Junior Sister is a good girl. It's a pity that she can't judge people well, and that a stinky man got her.

"..." Thank you, I'm such a jerk.

Leng Huan felt that Ji Linlang had a morbid liking for dolls, and secretly shuddered, but she respected other people's hobbies.

Just as he was about to say something more, Leng Yan's voice rang out from outside the door: "Sister, have you finished talking? It's almost time."

It was already past noon, and Leng Yan still wanted to have a proper talk with her.

Qiuyue and Dongxue were also a little anxious, as they hadn't finished the tasks that Madam had entrusted to them.

Inside the room, Ji Linlang examined the recording stone with satisfaction, making sure everything was alright, and then called out, "Come in."

Turning to Leng Huan, she said, "Wishing my junior sister a happy marriage in advance. I'm going to the main peak to help out now."

"Go ahead and get busy, senior sister."

Tsk! Luckily, this isn't some madcap literature. Leng Huan patted his chest lightly and watched Ji Linlang leave.

Soon, Qiuyue Dongxue and Leng Yan entered. Leng Yan stared blankly for a moment at Leng Huan, who was shining brightly, looking festive and beautiful. She was just too beautiful.

For the first time, Leng Yan directly experienced what it meant to outshine all others.

I clutched my chest; this is just too beautiful!

Leng Huan stroked his chin and circled around Leng Yan, saying, "Little Wu, Little Wu, you haven't come to see me since the Lantern Festival..."

She asked gossipily, "Where did you and Murong Bao go that day?"

"Huh? I didn't go anywhere. I just went to Fourth Street to watch the performance. It was too late to go up the mountain. I went to stay at an inn and ran into Sister Qi and the others."

Leng Yan answered honestly, "As for the inn being full and not enough rooms, so we don't need to talk about sharing rooms."

Hearing this, Leng Huan chuckled, took a few bites of the spiritual fruit on the plate, and as for what to do with the rouge flowers, he could just reapply them before leaving.

She looked at Leng Yan and said, "Well, now that I've caused this mess, the Murong family will definitely make you and Murong Bao get married as soon as possible. Your peaceful days are almost over. For the sake of the family's reputation, you can't just break off the engagement again without a reason. So, what do you think of Murong Bao now?"

"Ah, he's alright. He's fairly familiar with me, but I'm not familiar with the others." Leng Yan tugged at her hair that was hanging down her chest.

After finishing the spirit fruit, Leng Huan took the handkerchief Qiu Yue handed him and wiped his hands. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Alright, it seems you like him quite a bit. But the city lord's mansion is not as simple as our family's. They have a whole large family, and things are complicated. Why don't we ask the family head to find a way to have Murong Bao marry into the family?"

Leng Yan is still too young. The Murong family is a large and complex household, and Leng Huan is worried that she will get caught up in the power struggles within the family. How can she possibly cultivate then?

Marrying into the family? Leng Yan thought of the intrigue and backstabbing in the City Lord's mansion and felt a pang of unease. "I wonder if he's willing. Does the Patriarch really have a way?"

Murong Bao didn't seem to have any intention of breaking off the engagement; in fact, he indicated that they would get married as soon as possible. Thinking of the City Lord's mansion, with its deep, secluded courtyards, Leng Yan felt a little scared; dealing with interpersonal relationships alone was already exhausting.

"Yes." Leng Huan nodded. To be realistic, there wasn't one before, but now that Leng Yan has achieved enlightenment in her cultivation, there are ways to find a solution.

Looking at Leng Yan's innocent appearance, he thought to himself, it seems that all the girls in the Leng family are rather "naive and sweet". Is it because the environment is too simple? There is no infighting in the household or the family. It's too harmonious.

However, with the relationship between Leng Huan and Fu Xun, the Leng family won't need to consider marriage alliances for at least the next five hundred years.

Because of Leng Huan's example, in recent years, many aristocratic families in and around Beijun have been sending their younger generations into those sects.

It's not that easy. Even if you're made of gold, you won't shine in the sect. Recalling the feeling of dying when he climbed the Heavenly Ladder, Leng Huan sighed inwardly. Luck is very important.

Yes, teammates are also very important.

She always thought she was lucky to get to where she is today, but in reality, she never gave up trying.

Even if you can win by doing nothing, you still need capital.

The two sisters finished their conversation. Receiving Qiu Yue's anxious look, Leng Huan asked Leng Yan to leave, saying that someone would be arriving in about half an hour.

"Qiuyue, is there something you need?" Leng Huan sat upright on the edge of the bed. Qiuyue and Dongxue looked at each other, nudging each other as they slowly walked over. Qiuyue took out a beautifully bound booklet from her storage bag.

Dongxue covered her face with a handkerchief, embarrassed, and said hesitantly, "Miss, Madam asked us to give this to you."

Qiu Yue blushed and presented the booklet with both hands. "Madam said that you must...you must study hard."

Leng Huan casually took it and jokingly asked, "Judging from the way you two are, could it be a dual cultivation manual?"

The maids lowered their heads and remained silent.

Leng Huan opened it and saw that the title page had several words printed on it from top to bottom: "Indeed, it is a scene from a secret play in the bedroom."

Halfway through her reading, Leng Huan abruptly fell silent, turning her head to look at the two maids, both of whom were covering their faces with handkerchiefs and lowering their heads. Looking at the booklet in her hand again, Leng Huan was momentarily unsure whether she should put on a shy expression.

Or is it serious shock?

No, neither. She had the theory and practical experience with this before, but it seems she can't use it.

After a long pause, Leng Huan asked calmly, "This, cough, this dual cultivation manual... are you sure you want me to learn it alone?"

Hearing that it really was a dual cultivation manual, the maids calmed down a bit. Qiuyue covered her face with a handkerchief, revealing her eyes, "Madam said that you should learn it, preferably... preferably you should observe it with your son-in-law."

Leng Huan froze, what?

It's fine to watch this yourself, but why share it with others?

Imagine looking at this booklet with Fu Xun. Leng Huan blushed, furious. Damn it! How could she possibly get out of bed?

Don't joke around. That's not allowed!

Seeing the two girls eagerly waiting for him to "study," Leng Huan waved his hand, forcing a shy smile, "Well, you two go out for a bit. I'm too embarrassed to watch you two stay here."

Qiuyue and Dongxue exchanged a glance and left. Leng Huan, with the seriousness of a research paper, opened the booklet and quickly skimmed through it.

'Wow, the cultivation world has so many tricks up its sleeve?'

'Wow, that's a pretty good drawing.'

'Ugh, the guy is so ugly...it's an eyesore!'

He slammed the booklet shut and took a sip of tea to calm his nerves.

Who the hell looks at porn for no reason? This thing definitely can't be left lying around, but this room is very clean, there's nowhere to hide it, and putting it in my bracelet feels a bit off.

After going around in circles, only… time was almost up. Amidst the festive sounds of orchestral music and firecrackers, Leng Huan stuffed the booklet into the blankets on the bed.

She probably won't be going back to Maple Forest Garden after today, so hopefully no one will notice. She'll deal with it later.

The commotion outside grew closer, and the maids and servants came in. Leng Yan stood beside Leng Huan, straightening the hem of her clothes. Leng Huan sat obediently on the bed.

Has Fu Xun arrived? The master of ceremonies mentioned during the rehearsal that the groom would come to escort her to the main hall.

There's no need for poetic exchanges in the immortal realm; once the groom arrives, the bride can leave the house quickly.

Leng Huan was glad that she wasn't getting married into a prominent family in Beijun, as the wedding ceremony there was far too complicated.

Fu Xun could have skipped all the formalities and gone straight to the main hall, but he wanted a more ceremonial feel and didn't want it to be too simple or perfunctory. He already had a child out of wedlock; how could he let his partner suffer any further injustice?

Leng Huan didn't know what he was thinking; he was basically the one who arranged these things, so she didn't ask any further questions.

Soon, the middle-aged emcee's drawn-out voice came from outside the door: "Bride, please come out—"

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