Venerated Venomous Consort

Chapter 1633: Was He Jealous?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mu Feng’s disguise would be able to fool others, but Gu Xijiu knows his identity. Therefore, although Mu Feng looked menacing, he felt unbearably embarrassed inside.

“The Lord sent me to notify you that as the National Celestial Master, you are to host the selection for the disciples of The Lord tomorrow without any delay.” As soon as he finished relaying The Lord’s message, he snapped his fingers, and a thin booklet flew to her hand. “Please refer to this booklet if you have any inquiries. Due to the shortage of time, we hope that Celestial Master Gu would attend to this matter with urgency.”

What kind of game was Di Fuyi trying to play?

Gu Xijiu failed to comprehend this matter entirely and decided to ask, “If I may ask the Shangshan Messenger, doesn’t the matter of auditioning The Lord’s disciples fall under Celestial Master Zuo’s responsibility? How could I exceed my authority?”

“The arrangements for this matter have been done by the Lord, and it would suffice for Celestial Master Gu to comply to his orders.” Under her piercing stare, Mu Feng could not maintain his austere facade anymore and left as soon as he finished speaking.

Gu Xijiu was frustrated beyond words and just looked at the booklet in her hand. The booklet was full of words in a regular script that demonstrated exquisite calligraphy. It was his writing.

Di Fuyi is truly a man of wonder. He has mastered multiple forms and styles of calligraphy; when he switches from one form or style to another, it would be impossible to guess that they were written by just one person alone.

As Gu Xijiu had been engaged to Di Fuyi for eight years, she had grown familiar with all styles of his writing and could identify his penmanship without mistake. He indeed wrote the words in this booklet.

Di Fuyi always liked to write in cursive and semi-cursive, in which his words glided like dragons and seemed as though they would soar out of the dimensions of the paper.

It was rare for him to write in a regular script like today.

What is this person trying to do? It was his task, why would he want to shift it onto her? Was he taking advantage of her?

A fire burned in Gu Xijiu’s heart!

As the selection for The Lord’s disciple involves a lot of complex procedures, she would hardly have enough time even if she started to make the preparations right now and could not idly indulge in the scenery of the plum forest anymore.

Just as that thought entered her mind, she suddenly had a realization that it was possible that Di Fuyi could not bear the sight of her enjoying life with Long Moyan. Was this the reason he assigned the task to her? Was he jealous?

When this final thought emerged in her mind, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly cast it away in denial.

He had already treated her as nothing more than a stranger, how could he still be jealous?

Perhaps he was just a possessive person, and even though they are not together anymore, he did not want other men to be with her due to his male chauvinism?

Her rage swelled up inside her as she felt that the last explanation was the most reasonable one. What did Di Fuyi take her for?

And why would she have to listen to him?

Long Moyan was standing by her side. Upon seeing the sour expression on her face, he asked, “Xijiu, since you have something to attend to, why don’t we go back first?”

Gu Xijiu took a light breath then put the booklet inside her sleeve and replied, “It’s nothing.” She strode forward majestically and said, “We’re in the middle of a festival. Let’s not talk about anything else and just enjoy the moment.”

The plum forest was blossoming in its full resplendence. As people walked past, the petals fluttered down to the snowy ground like rain, forming an elegant contrast between red and white.

The plum flowers that bloomed in this forest seemed to be exceptionally red with a luxuriousness like blood, a vibrancy like fire.

Gu Xijiu sauntered in the plum forest. As she took Taking in the fragrance of the plums, her anger subsided a little.

Long Moyan was quite understanding toward her and did not ask about the matter earlier; instead, he struck a light conversation with her. He was quite a person of esprit and humor and possessed great knowledge in various fields. Hence, he was able to keep her quite intrigued.