Upon hearing Zhao Lingyu announce her marriage partner, the compassion Lin Yu and Fang Yu had felt for her turned into shock.
"Goodness, you certainly have grand ambitions!"
Even Jiang Chenyu, who had been content with idly fishing, stopped her cultivation practice and turned to look at Zhao Lingyu.
"Why do women everywhere lust after Lin Yun's body?"
"This person has such deep schemes!"
But it seems it's not my place to interfere, is it?
Jiang Chenyu suddenly realized she was just a salted fish and her mentality began to crumble a bit.
"If I could become a divine being, why would I need to put up with this sort of aggravation? Cultivate!"
Jiang Chenyu decided to devote herself wholeheartedly to cultivation practice—the Nine Revolutions of the Taiyin Scripture was her last hope.
"What do my ministers think?"
After Zhao Lingyu mentioned Lin Yun's name, her heart swelled with satisfaction.