“Cough.” A single sentence from Fang Yi and the look from Xun Er made Chu Xiao almost choke on his tea.
Good heavens, as expected of biological mother and son, their thoughts are surprisingly consistent.
“Nalan Yanran’s mother is named Mu Xuan.
She is from the Mu family, a Dou Wang clan in the capital, and joined the Nalan family through a political marriage.
Her relationship with our Aunt was just average,” Chu Xiao explained.
This was the first time Xiao Yan had heard of this, and he wore a face full of curiosity as if eating melon.
Could there be some hidden story behind this?
“What do you mean average?
We were just at odds,” Fang Yi didn’t hide anything and said with a face full of displeasure.
“Zhan Ge and I were childhood sweethearts, but she carried a marriage contract with the Mu family.
She claimed I stole her man.
Ridiculous.” There really was a story!
Xiao Yan looked at Xiao Zhan, who rubbed his nose somewhat awkwardly.
Chu Xiao: Case closed.
It turns out rubbing the nose is also hereditary.
“That woman Mu Xuan couldn’t see things clearly.
I didn’t agree to that marriage back then, but the grandfathers of both families insisted on the alliance,” Fang Yi said with dissatisfaction.
“Look now, this embarrassing incident happened, but the result seems alright.” “It’s all in the past, all in the past,” Xiao Zhan poured tea for Fang Yi with a flattering expression.
Fang Yi’s parents were the guards of the former Xiao Clan patriarch, Xiao Lin.
Both were Dou Ling experts who died from poisoning while fighting alongside Xiao Lin against the Chu Yun Empire.
Fang Yi was raised as a daughter by Xiao Lin.
Because her talent was better than Xiao Zhan’s, she received more resources for cultivation.
Later, she married Xiao Zhan and gave birth to Xiao Ding, Xiao Li, and Xiao Yan.
Xiao Zhan was an only child, and he had an elder sister who was Chu Xiao’s mother.
Back then, Chu Xiao’s father, a rogue cultivator, was supposed to marry into the Xiao Clan, but he died protecting the pregnant Fang Yi.
Therefore, Chu Xiao did not take the surname Xiao but followed his father’s surname.
“Could it be that Nalan Yanran’s mother was the one instigating the marriage annulment behind the scenes?” Xun Er guessed.
“No, Mu Xuan died on the battlefield against the Chu Yun Empire ten years ago,” Fang Yi’s eyes flashed with admiration.
“On that point, their Mu family truly doesn’t have a single coward.” “Perhaps because she lost her mother at a young age, Nalan Yanran was pampered into the arrogant person she is today.
I even held her when she was little; she was a cute and obedient child.” These words made everyone fall silent.
Chu Xiao was thinking that if it weren’t for the butterfly effect brought by his transmigration, Fang Yi would have also died from complications during Xiao Yan’s birth.
Xiao Yan, Nalan Yanran, and Xun Er all only had fathers and no mothers.
Zi Yan was the same.
However, they were much better off than Xiao Yi Xian, Medusa, or Ya Fei, who had neither father nor mother.
Hiss, it seemed he himself was also an orphan in this life?
“Eat, eat,” Fang Yi waved her hand to change the subject as the atmosphere grew cold.
“Although Aunt’s cooking isn’t as good as Xiao-er’s, it’s still quite decent.
Today is Xiao-er’s birthday; we can’t have him cooking personally.” “My wife’s cooking is the best in the world,” Xiao Zhan immediately put food into his bowl.
A smile appeared in the depths of Fang Yi’s eyes, but she feigned displeasure: “Are you only saying that because you want me to keep cooking for you?” “How could that be?
Even if I like it, I can’t eat it all the time.
It depends on my wife’s mood,” Xiao Zhan said attentively.
Chu Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and picked up a leg of a five-colored chicken with his chopsticks, placing it in Xun Er’s bowl.
“Xun Er, eat more.
This chicken, combined with Tier 1 medicinal herbs, nourishes both Yin and Yang.” “Thank you, Brother Chu Xiao.
You should eat too,” Xun Er smiled sweetly and picked up some fish meat for Chu Xiao.
The two picked food for each other, occasionally locking eyes in a sweet atmosphere.
Xiao Yan: ?
Why does it feel like I’m very redundant with them in pairs?
I shouldn’t be here; I should be under the table.
“Teacher, don’t you think I’m a bit redundant?” Xiao Yan asked in his mind.
“So you’re calling me Teacher now?” Yao Chen’s light laugh came through.
“Aren’t you going to test this teacher’s strength anymore?” “That was just something I said to my cousin,” Xiao Yan said awkwardly.
Existing in a soul state, his strength at his peak was at least at the Dou Zong level, and he was an Alchemist who looked down on Tier 6 Alchemists.
This was an expert who surpassed the level of the Jia Ma Empire.
Hurting him and the Xiao Clan would be as easy as flipping a hand.
Having been “trash” for three years, although he was unwilling, his temperament had indeed been tempered.
If it meant gaining a chance to apprentice under such a powerhouse, it was a total steal.
“You aren’t redundant, haha,” Yao Chen stroked his beard.
“You have this old man to accompany you.” Xiao Yan: “…” Why does that feel even more heartbreaking?
“Xiao-er, you walk Xun Er back.” After everyone was full, Fang Yi told Chu Xiao to leave with Xun Er with a face full of smiles.
Xiao Yan, who was sitting as if on a bed of needles, hurriedly stood up to say goodbye as well; he still wanted to chat with Chu Xiao.
“You sit down!” Fang Yi slapped the table and stared at Xiao Yan.
“I still have things to say to you.” Xiao Yan’s legs went weak and he sat right back down, casting a look for help toward Chu Xiao.
If it were before, the latter would have spoken up to help him, but today he directly took Xun Er by the hand and stood up, bowing to Xiao Zhan and Fang Yi: “Uncle, Aunt, Xiao-er (Xun Er) will take our leave.” The two smiled at each other and left hand-in-hand, making Fang Yi almost laugh out loud.
Her nephew finally understood.
A good girl like Xun Er should be held onto; how could they just be siblings?
“Mother, what did you want to tell me?” Once Chu Xiao and Xun Er had left, Xiao Yan asked expectantly.
“You can leave after sitting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea,” Fang Yi waved her hand dismissively.
“Huh?” Xiao Yan didn’t understand.
Xiao Zhan couldn’t bear to look at his foolish son and sighed: “Your mother doesn’t want you spoiling Xiao-er and Xun Er’s good progress.” “What good progress?” Xiao Yan was puzzled.
“Does that Xiao Xun Er have that ability?” “Yan-er, you’d better drop your hostility toward Xun Er,” Fang Yi’s face became solemn.
“Why?” Xiao Yan was unhappy.
He should be the one closest to his cousin.
Fang Yi didn’t answer but asked instead: “Yan-er, what would you do if Xun Er becomes your Sister-in-law in the future?” “Impossible!” Xiao Yan stood up abruptly, finding this unacceptable.
If this woman became his cousin’s wife and he had to call her Sister-in-law, wouldn’t he be suppressed to death?
“Why is it impossible?” Fang Yi served soup to her foolish son.
“Are Xun Er and Xiao-er not a match?” Xiao Yan: “…” He really wanted to say ‘of course,’ but to be honest, that woman’s appearance, temperament, and cultivation talent were all outstanding.
He truly couldn’t lie and say they weren’t a match.
So, had he already lost?
“Now you understand,” Fang Yi smiled.
“You should be a bit more polite to your future Sister-in-law.” Xiao Yan: “…” “And Xiao-er has finally understood things now,” Fang Yi smiled.
“Before when I asked him, he would always say he only treated Xun Er as a sister.
You, this brat, were even more clueless, just causing trouble on the side.” “Today, he was much more considerate of Xun Er.
It doesn’t look like the feelings a brother has for a sister.
Good.” Xiao Yan: I wasn’t even this sad when my own marriage was annulled.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Chu Xiao walked Xun Er to the gate of her small courtyard.
The two looked at each other and spoke simultaneously: “Xun Er (Brother Chu Xiao).” “You go first.” “Then I’ll go first.” “No, you go first.” After a few identical exchanges, they both suddenly laughed.
Ling Ying: Question—if Gu Yuan sees this scene, will he be gratified, or will he kill me to join the fun?