Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Must Clarify Things

You You didn’t notice when the grand ceremony ended, still reeling from the revelation that Followers equated to husband servants. Memories flooded her—Feng Rong’s petty actions, his constant clashes with Yuan Papa, and how he’d dragged her to meet his parents (still in egg form) before Establishing a Contract.

The more she thought, the more crushed she felt. She’d been raised under red banners, a righteous girl! How had she unwittingly become… a scoundrel?!

Who knew giving oranges could cause such chaos?!

What now? Demand the oranges back? She glanced at Feng Rong beside her.

Instinct warned her that mentioning it would end badly.

“What’s wrong?” Feng Rong caught her stare, scowling. “You’re not reconsidering bringing that girl to the sect, are you? Saw how Long Xi glared? He’s relieved we’re leaving early—it’s not my fault!”

He accelerated his sword control, arm tightening around her waist as if Wu Yue might chase them.

You You gaped at the nonexistent gap between them. Husband servants… Her spine tingled. She shoved at him.

Why had she never questioned this before?!

“What’re you doing?!” Feng Rong wobbled, yanking her back. “Stop squirming! You’ll fall!”

“I’ll control my own sword!” Heat flooded her cheeks. She needed space—now.

“No!” He clung harder, sulking. “Still thinking about that girl? We’re too far! Long Xi’s already gone. No one’s there!”

“Not that!” She gulped air, scrambling for clarity. “Feng Rong… we need to talk. Now!”

“Later!” Mistaking her urgency, he sped toward Zhen Yan Sect. “Big discussions wait till we’re back!”

Maybe he was right. Explosive Feng Rong + airborne argument = disaster. Plus, maybe Wu Yue’s “husband servant” idea wasn’t universal.

Hope flickered. Stay calm. Maybe things weren’t…

…that terrible?

———————

Back at the sect, You You probed Ling Qi and Ning Rui about Followers.

Worst. Confirmation. Ever.

○-￣-＿

Ling Qi patted her shoulder. “Sect Master, I know you’re busy, but spend more time with Yuan Qi and Feng Rong. Relationships need work! Why not move to Second Peak?”

“……” Move? For trio mahjong? She stared. Model secretary, indeed.

“Oh!” He brightened. “Did you meet my Elder in the Immortal Realm? His Contract should still hold post-ascension. Maybe you two could reignite—”

You You gagged him. “Enough!”

“Sect Master?”

“Work time!” She shoved him out. “Mountains of tasks! Go!”

Ling Qi: “……” Thought today was heart-to-heart day?

Defeated, You You slumped.

Total disaster.

How to explain this colossal misunderstanding? Contracts were signed, forehead marks glaring. Everyone saw them as husband servants. How admit she’d thought it was a job contract?

Yuan Qi might stay calm, but Feng Rong? He’d torch Zhen Yan Sect, not just the protective mountain formation!

Aghhh!

（“д“）

She ditched duties, agonizing all afternoon. No solutions.

This couldn’t continue. Unfair to everyone. Here, noble ladies had husband servants—normal. But her? Monogamy was sacred. Mutual respect, no excuses. She wasn’t some harem-story protagonist!

True love wasn’t an excuse for selfishness. Normal ≠ right.

She must clarify—now. Even if they raged, cut ties… Better than lies.

Steeling herself, she marched toward Yuan Qi’s residence.