The Prospect of Marriage for the Artist
As they shared a few more drinks, Zixu brought up the conversation Yujia had with his father earlier in the villa.
"I would be lying if I said I saw that coming," he said.
"Don't you think it's the perfect excuse?" Yujia leaned her head back, unable to hold back a grin. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I think it slipped away from my memory. I got the idea from the Huangshan trip, though."
"How so?"
"There were some disciples from Guozijian being a little bit on the disrespectful side," Yujia explained, wrinkling her nose when she remembered what had happened. "I thought it would turn out to be a big hassle, except the moment I brought out my master's name, they didn't dare say much. That was how I knew I had the biggest card."
At this, Zixu remarked, "It seems like the same happened with my father, then. He was left quite speechless by you."
"I learned it all from you, you know. That infallible logic and delivery of said logic."