Azi was quite busy these days, spending every day with her son, Chu Feng's natal magical beast Zi Tong. After a while, Erwei spoke of Azi having a somewhat "ambiguous" relationship with Zi Ji.
When Erwei mentioned the word "ambiguous," Beiting Huang gave her a tap. She wished all her magical beasts could find their own paths, and falling in love, getting married, and having children was by no means a bad way to live.
"What's so ambiguous about it? If a man is unmarried and a woman is unwed, how can it be ambiguous?" Beiting Huang chuckled.
Erwei, holding her head, yelled out, "Ah, ah, ah, Master, couldn't you be a little gentler? I still have to be a bridesmaid for Qingjiu, are you going to let me show up with bumps on my head?"
Of course, there wasn't a bump on Erwei's head, and on the day Qingjiu was married off, she was the girl only second to the bride in importance.
