Wish You Never Have Worries - C13

On the third day, at the Hundred Blossom Banquet.

The Hundred Flowers Banquet is one of the biggest banquets in Beijing, which means the blooming of flowers in spring. That was why the Hundred Blossom Banquet was his excuse.

After a day and night of destruction, Wu Chuan had finally changed the attitude of the martial arts practitioner. However, the price was that his legs and waist were numbed by the bamboo strips, causing him to be unable to bend even if he wanted to. Even when he was sleeping at night, he couldn’t lie down.

When he finally woke up, the sky had just brightened up. Su He brought someone to drag Wenchuan into the room, looking like he wanted to dress him up.

When he came back to his senses, there was someone else in the mirror.

He saw that the person in the mirror had skin as smooth as cream, and her faintly discernible shoulders were as white as snow. Usually, she looked like a person who had just walked out of a painting.

After everything was settled.

When he walked out of the door, Wei Yi was at the doorway. His eyes were attracted by the person before him, and he wore a gorgeous robe that was a pale green, with a single hand at his waist. She was used to wearing clothes that were tied up, and they were all convenient for martial arts practice. Even though her hair accessories were simple, they were just right.

However, he was born flirtatious and did not need to be tidied up. Standing there, he was just a painting, and from his sleeves, it was obvious that a flower had bloomed perfectly. Forgetfulness frowned slightly, as if he owned every single piece of clothing.

Seeing Wangchuan frozen in place, Wei Yi smirked as a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes. “Still not leaving? Would you like me to come over and invite you? ”

As he finished speaking, Wangchuan slowly approached Wei Yi. He didn’t expect that his skirt was too long and that he wasn’t used to it either. When he stepped on it, he would immediately fall forward and fall to the ground.

Just as a gust of wind blew past, the leaves on the tree began to fall.

“He’s really stupid.” After Wei Yi finished speaking, he released Wangchuan.

Wu Chuan immediately turned around and within a few short days, she had grown close to Wei Yi twice. Fear filled her heart.

Wangchuan turned around, and Wei Yi caught a glimpse of the Resurrection Lily that was faintly discernible on her back. His pupils instantly constricted as his face revealed a rare expression of loss of control.

Forgotten had no idea what to do, so he lowered his head and walked forward.

Although she didn’t know why she was dressed up like this, Wei Yi definitely had his reasons for doing so and she wouldn’t ask any further. Today, she only wanted to see him later, and as long as she could see later, Wei Yi would allow her to do whatever she wanted.

Currently, she could be considered to have escaped from a sea of suffering. However, it was too late, and she was still trapped within.

The surroundings were bustling with noise and excitement, but no matter how hard she tried to search, she was still unable to see the figure she wanted to see.

Suddenly, Wu Chuan turned around, and the silver flying fish coat entered his eyes. He couldn’t help but gasp, as this was a dress that Gu Zheng was used to wearing, and also a symbol of his identity. Other than him, there was no one else, so Wu Chuan didn’t dare raise his head.

“Why don’t you dare raise your head and look at me?” Gu Zheng’s expression turned to ice.

He naturally recognized the person in front of him.

At first, he wasn’t sure, but now that he had seen it, he knew that all his guesses were true. Wu Chuan really didn’t die. Not only did she not die, she even survived and lived well.

Wu Chuan raised his head. His eyes were filled with resentment, but he could still see a slightly fearful and obedient expression.

All of a sudden, a pair of powerful hands embraced Wu Chuan, the strength of which caused him to retreat two steps. He raised his head and saw Wei Yi.

“Hahaha …” Gu Zheng could not help but laugh, looking at Wei Yi’s protective stance.

It was as if he was protecting his beloved object.

“Master Gu, please have some self-respect.” The light in Wei Yi’s eyes flickered as a sinister look appeared on her beautiful face. “She belongs to me.”

Hearing this, Gu Zheng laughed madly again, a sparkle actually flashing across his eyes.

It was as if he was laughing until tears came out of his eyes.

“Wangchuan, Wangchuan, I didn’t know that you had such ability. To be able to move the invulnerable Wei Qianshui, I am curious about what kind of existence you are to him.”

Gu Zheng’s expression changed as he stared at Wu Chuan, as if he was denouncing him for betraying his father, but he did not mention anything about the aftermath of Wu Chuan’s coma.

“There’s no need for Lord Gu to investigate just what kind of existence she is. You’ll understand it after the day of our wedding.”

Wu Chuan paused.

A big wedding?

Gu Zheng’s expression changed immediately when he caught Wangchuan’s gaze. “Then let’s hope that Lady Qin and Jin can get along forever, like a fish in water, and blossom into flowers.”

After Gu Zheng had finished speaking, Forgetful River’s bleak eyes suddenly looked up, staring at Gu Zheng in a daze.

Gu Zheng returned what she had said that day without changing a single word.

Wei Yi naturally understood the meaning behind Gu Zheng’s words, so he embraced Wangchuan and took a step forward. Wei Yi’s body was slightly taller than Gu Zheng, and in this way, he had a slightly condescending air about him.

Wei Yi’s words caused him to recall Gu Zheng’s cold and disdainful words from that day. “Do I still need you to teach me?”

This could be considered to be the case as Wei Yi returned those words to Gu Zheng without changing a single bit.

When Gu Zheng heard this, his expression changed.

Wei Qianshui put away the friendliness in his disguise and left a few words as he brushed past Wei Yi: “In the end, whose woman is Wangchuan? Even Wei Qianshui has to consider her closely.”

Gu Zheng’s meaning was very clear. It was full of ridicule and declaration.

Wei Yi’s pupils instantly tightened as he looked sideways at Gu Zheng, who smiled slightly and said, “Sir Wei, please don’t look at me with such a gaze. There are some things that are destined to be irrevocable.”

Wangchuan looked at the two of them as they got into a flurry of conversation, but he didn’t understand what they were talking about. It was as if they were just playing around.

Before Gu Zheng walked away, he glanced at Wu Chuan as if he was warning him, flicked his sleeve and left in large strides.

Yue Fu watched from afar, clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white, but he returned to his original state when Gu Zheng came face to face with him.

Yue Fusheng hurried forward and held onto Gu Zheng’s sleeve. “Milord, what happened?”

“Nothing happened, so you don’t have to bother.” Gu Zheng said in a cold voice, forcefully shaking off Yue Fuyan’s sleeve, as if he was extremely disgusted.

Yue Fusheng was shaken off as the resentment in his heart raged incessantly. He bit his lower lip tightly as he stared at Gu Zheng’s back, his heart full of hatred for Wangchuan.

Gu Zheng had never come close to her ever since he injured her on the day of their wedding, not even on the day of their wedding. It was only because of Lin Wan’s illness that he brought her out this time.

Yue Fuzhen could not understand why in Gu Zheng’s heart he was less than a lowly maid.