Chapter 1574: Chapter 966: Shameless Old Man (Part 2)

In that case, even if I were to be married into Shifang City, what does it matter?

Shifang City is unstable, and when disaster strikes, it will cease to exist.

Fang Geyu is carrying my child; if she doesn’t come with me, is she expecting her husband to rely on her grandfather?

"Young Master, you’re so wise!" The two attendants behind him were in awe after hearing this.

They never imagined the Young Master could see things so far ahead, his thoughts so wild and unique.

If one is too simplistic, they are easily arrogant.

The Young Master’s heart is like a clear mirror, deeply calculating and perceptive; he sees what others cannot, and even in seeing people and things, he differs greatly from others.

However... although this is a private discussion, marriage is ultimately a significant matter.

Yet, as I listen closely to the Young Master, whether it’s the Eighth Princess from Guyin or the Third Lady from Shifang City.

They seem like two items on a shelf, calmly compared to see which is more valuable to acquire.

Mu Yunye, with his keen perception, noticed the subtle silence of his two confidants and nodded slightly, speaking indifferently:

"Do you think that when I talk about my own marriage, I’m too coldly rational, even indifferent?"

The two confidants quickly bowed their heads: "We dare not!"

"Even if you have such thoughts, what’s so strange? To me, eyes dry and see bones, the world is ultimately unfeeling.

A competent politician never needs superfluous emotional considerations; before the power struggles of life and death, these elusive matters of love mean nothing."

Heavy snow and cold; the fish in the lake seem to have sunk into the mud in slumber, unwilling to emerge. Mu Yunye glanced up at the sky, losing interest in fishing.

He tossed the bamboo rod to an attendant, "Of course, I also have my considerations. As for a person of interest, Fang Geyu attracts me more than the Eighth Princess."

The attendant who caught the bamboo rod showed a look of surprise.

The Young Master never concerned himself with romance, and he didn’t expect it.

This marriage, which in the Young Master’s heart was entirely a calculation of benefits and losses, surprisingly held a hint of personal affection.

Mu Yunye gave a faint smile, saying: "Her eyes, so emotionless and lofty, are more like a deity than me. This, to a man, is quite attractive, isn’t it?"

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The snow fell for a day, and as far as the eye could see, it was an expanse of white.

Dusk approached, yet the mansion showed no sign of darkness, with the three thousand Luminous Pearls hanging under the eaves shining as brightly as day, reflecting the mansion that seemed forever frozen in snow, like an extremely cold region.

The warm yellow lights of the tower flickered on.

As everyone took their seats again, a new seat was added three meters away from Fang Geyu.

Under Qin Lou’s lead, everyone took their places.

The disarray from the daytime fight had been cleaned thoroughly, replaced with clean carpets and new tables and seats, meticulously arranged.

However, Fang Geyu had changed her clothes; it took an entire afternoon, but upon closer inspection, it was still the same snow robe with fox fur and the ornate golden dress.

"Everyone here is a renowned hero and talent; it is truly my daughter’s fortune that you have traveled so far."

In a sense, this was Baili An’s first time seeing Fang You, the City Lord of Shifang City.

A man of mature and handsome appearance, though in a high position, he had no deliberate intimidating aura.

His brows and eyes exuded calm and sophistication; his demeanor was quite refined. Although the City Lord of Shifang City, his attire was very understated, unlike Fang Geyu, who gave a sense of opulent extravagance.

Seeing City Lord Fang You, Baili An finally understood why such a rumor circulated within Shifang City.

In the world of cultivators, there is a saying about perceiving the spirit and the bones.

Looking at Fang You and Fang Geyu, this father-daughter pair, whether in appearance or bone structure, belonged to two different styles, with no resemblance whatsoever.

If not for the natural kindness and warmth in Fang You’s gaze when he looked at Fang Geyu, even Baili An would question the authenticity of the rumors.

With the addition of City Lord Fang You, although Fang Geyu’s indifferent and dismissive attitude from the day did not change a bit, the atmosphere during the dinner became much more relaxed.

Perhaps certain that Ji Xinnian, Rong Lijun, and Sparrow Deity would tear each other apart, Situ Ye restrained his sharp targeting of Baili An.

The evening banquet continued harmoniously.

Occasionally, some suitors seeking to impress with their talents and abilities would speak a few words with City Lord Fang You.

Appropriately expressing their sincere desire to marry and their admiration for the Third Lady.

But all of this was done in moderation, without rushing or aggressiveness.

As for Mu Yunye, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor from beginning to end.

He did not intentionally express his intentions or needs, nor did he coldly distance himself.

To City Lord Fang You’s questions, he gave courteous, patient, and impeccable answers.

Though he wasn’t as proactive as the others, he was the one among many who easily garnered favor.

Baili An, seated at the end near the door, perhaps due to the vast difference in status, rarely became the subject of conversation with Fang You.

Enjoying the leisure, he sat alone, peeling two plates of walnuts, like someone from outside.

After chatting for a while, Fang You drank another cup of the clear wine poured by Steward Qin Lou, moistening his throat.