In his hand was a compass, his eyes fixed intently on the city before him, a strong smile lingering in his gaze.
"Demoness, you can’t escape!"
Slowly, he drew the giant sword from his back, and just as the killing intent was about to be unleashed, this True Immortal inexplicably fell into confusion.
At this moment, he frowned as he landed in Cyan Rain City, his mind entirely muddled.
He raised the longsword in his hand, but suddenly didn’t know why he drew the sword from his back, nor did he know where to swing it!
"Who am I, why am I here? Where is this place?"
It was as if he suddenly forgot everything, staggering as he flew away into the void.
In the Wang family courtyard.
Wang Qiaoyun sensed the departure of the terrifying aura, a trace of surprise in her eyes.
"Could I have been mistaken, was that Immortal just passing by?"
Wang Qiaoyun mused to herself, putting aside her doubts.
At this point, she stepped out of her room, ignoring the gazes of the numerous matchmakers, cheerfully greeting them before busily attending to her tasks.
Her natural and graceful demeanor elicited praises from many of the matchmakers.
Meanwhile, at the Wang family courtyard gate, Zhang Jian stood with a slight smile. He was the one who had casually dismissed the True Immortal outside the city.
The door opened, and Wang Qiaoyun saw Zhang Jian outside. Her face lit up with a gentle smile as she handed him a clay pot.
"Brother Zhang, this is the tofu pudding sent by my godmother!"
"Thank you, Sister Qiaoyun!"
Zhang Jian glanced at the extra tofu pudding in the pot and said.
"Sister Qiaoyun is truly crafty, I wonder which young man has such fortune..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Qiaoyun gave Zhang Jian a playful glare, her heart unmoved, but her face showed a hint of a shy smile.
In the courtyard, Aunt Wang noticed this scene and was moved. She looked up to meet the gaze of Old Wang across from her, and the elderly couple exchanged a knowing smile.
Later in the evening, the couple pulled Wang Qiaoyun aside to ask which family in town she favored.
This time, Wang Qiaoyun couldn’t use filial piety to avoid it, so she could only defer by saying she hadn’t chosen anyone yet.
Aunt Wang was stitching a shoe sole by a pine resin lamp and suddenly paused, saying.
"What about the Young Master Zhang next door?"
"Him?"
At this, Wang Qiaoyun was slightly taken aback, and Old Wang also smiled and said.
"Qiaoyun, I think the Young Master Zhang next door is quite good. Though a scholar, he’s honest, frugal, and different from those bookworms!
The most important thing is that he’s neither servile nor overbearing. Last time, I saw some officials trying to trouble him after he earned some money, but he easily dismissed them. He can certainly protect you and ensure your peace for life!"
"But..."
Wang Qiaoyun was about to refuse, but Old Wang laughed and said.
"Child, we know of your filial heart, but we are old now and may not be of use for much longer. We just hope you can have a good future!"
The elderly couple fell silent, looking at Wang Qiaoyun with some expectation in their expressions, yet their faces bore hidden signs of wear and a touch of sadness.
Not long ago, they received news that two of the Wang family men serving in the army had gone missing on the front lines.
In these times, missing was nearly synonymous with dying in battle.
All their hopes now rested on this adopted goddaughter.
Hearing this, Wang Qiaoyun fell silent. Seeing her quiet, the elderly couple took it as her silent consent and were overjoyed, preparing to have a matchmaker sound out Zhang Jian’s intent.
Wang Qiaoyun let out a soft sigh, not that she agreed, but she didn’t want to upset the couple.
She planned to summon a puppet for the wedding, just to get through it.
Meanwhile, the next day.
After the matchmaker visited, Zhang Jian put on an act of great ’embarrassment,’ showing admiration for his neighbor girl while subtly expressing his anxiety over not having achieved any status, fearing he couldn’t provide her a better life.
The matchmaker, understanding Zhang Jian’s stance, was naturally very pleased and immediately promised to mediate.
With two ’acting emperors’ working towards the same goal, everything was quickly accomplished.
That day, West Gate Square was bustling, decorated in red and green, as neighbors and kin gathered at the Zhang Family’s door.
The small courtyard was filled with a flowing banquet.
Not just neighbors and kin, but the Wang family members, elders, and even the County Magistrate himself attended, adding much glory to the wedding feast.
Inside the hall, the Wang couple sat at the head, grinning from ear to ear, and after receiving the newcomers’ tea, immediately sent the couple into the joyful bridal chamber.