Yu Qing Qian knew that Che Tong Tong didn’t mean any ridicule, so she nodded with a smile: “Mm, could it be that Senior Sister Che also likes strong drinks?”
Che Tong Tong smiled broadly with a disgusted expression: “Yeah! This kind of wine is too bland, so boring.”
Che Fei Fei couldn’t resist wanting to hold her forehead listening to her little aunt’s bold words. Sure enough, her expectations for her were too high, and all that shyness and gentleness of a woman were just intangible clouds…
Hearing Che Tong Tong’s words, Yu Qing Qian couldn’t resist laughing aloud, “I feel the same.”
Che Tong Tong walked to Yu Qing Qian and sat down beside her. It just so happened that the attendant brought in the strong liquor. She took it and poured two cups, handing one of them to Yu Qing Qian, “I think you’re quite pleasing to the eye, come, cheers!”
“I also like your straightforwardness, cheers!” Yu Qing Qian took the wine cup and clinked it with Che Tong Tong. Both of them drank it in one gulp.
A hot, spicy taste lingered in her mouth, then turned into a strong mellow, sweetness. Yu Qing Qian reached out to fill their glasses again, “Good wine!”
Soon, the two drank one cup after another, and gradually began chatting, giving the people around them the illusion as if they hated how they met so late.
Jiang Hao and Che Fei Fei glanced at each other, and both discovered the surprise and speechlessness in the other’s eyes.
Che Tong Tong was the Che Clan’s ancestor’s—that was, Che Fei Fei’s grandfather’s—daughter from old age. She was also the only daughter among the Ancestor’s descendants, and was simply pampered so much so it made one angry. Even Che Fei Fei’s father regarded Che Tong Tong like his own daughter and loved her, and she was the pearl of the eye of the Che Clan’s superiors.
Hence, Che Tong Tong’s temperament was raised to be very unreasonable and willful, domineering and arrogant. No one in the younger generation of the clan dared to provoke her.
She often went out to cause trouble and was even called ‘Little Witch1’.
Che Fei Fei heard that Yu Qing Qian was also nicknamed ‘Great Demon King’ at the Southern Royal Academy and was a little worried. If Yu Qing Qian and Che Tong Tong became friends, a little witch and a great demon king, who knew what would happen after getting admitted to the Holy Academy…
Looking at the two of them drinking merrily, Che Tong Tong calling twice in a row for the people outside to bring in wine, Jiang Hao poured a glass out of curiosity.
After one gulp, a burning sensation rushed straight to his throat, and Jiang Hao couldn’t resist coughing dryly a few times.
His lips twitched. He never ever expected that these two beautiful women like flowers and jade would like to drink this kind of wine, and even drink it so happily. Their taste was really too strong.
Seeing this, Che Tong Tong couldn’t resist laughing: “Nephew Jiang2, you can’t hold your liquor!”
Hearing her call out ‘Nephew Jiang’, everyone present had deep creases on their foreheads—Che Fei Fei didn’t even know whether to laugh or cry.
“The treasure snatching activity has begun.” Feng Chen, who was not surprised by them and hadn’t spoken, looked down and said.
Others in the private room also cast their eyes towards the hall below.
Yu Qing Qian looked down and saw the beautiful woman who appeared before walking to the center of the hall with a charming smile on her face: “Welcome all distinguished guests to the Underground Palace. Tonight’s treasure snatching event begins.
“Everyone knows the rules of the treasure snatching competition. There are a total of nine treasures to snatch in this treasure snatching event this time. The first four items are all won through a fight, anyone who has a cultivation below Spirit Emperor can participate.”
Then a purple bead appeared in her hand, “This is a magic tool forged from the Northern Frost Iron. It has been engraved with triple defensive plant inscriptions by a Master-level Plant Inscription Master, with amazing defensive power and can withstand an attack from a Spirit Emperor level cultivation base powerhouse.”
She playfully scanned the private rooms above and said with a smile: “The fight lasts for a cup of tea’s time. When the time’s up, regardless of strong or weak, the one who holds the Purple Ming Pearl in their hands is the winner. Let’s begin now.”
1not quite sure how to translate this. Once more, the word ‘mo’ has appeared, in which I’ve translated to ‘magic’ and ‘demon’. Maybe I should translate it to ‘demoness’? but that’s a different Chinese phrase, still with ‘mo’ in it (mo gui). But witch is also befitting of her… I’ll see.
2this is more hilarious in Chinese, but there’s not the best translation for it. Jiang ‘xian zhi’ is a rather formal way of basically saying ‘nephew *insert name*’. But it’s usually said by elders (such as one’s uncle or aunt) to their nephew and as you can tell by their following expressions, it is seriously odd. It’s like, e.g. a person in their teens calling someone in their middle-ages ‘baby’ when it’s usually the other way around. (I’m not saying ‘baby’ is the equivalent to ‘xian zhi’, I simply mean that’s just one example in English).
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