Fang Yuan sighed, long and quiet.
"…Fine," he said, followed by a curt nod. "I'll have you settled in the eastern wing of the Phoenix Soul Pavilion."
"Eastern?" Lin Zhaoyue's eyes lit up.
Her smile bloomed,"Husband… maybe we could even share a room?"
Fang Yuan turned to look at her, his gaze utterly flat, like a salted fish lying under the sun.
"…No."
He fished out his spatial ring, flicked his finger, and transferred a neat sum of spirit stones into hers before handing it over.
"Take it," he said. "But first, inform your father. Once you get a proper confirmation from him, come back and let me know."
Then, as if regretting every word that left his mouth, Fang Yuan pinched the bridge of his nose and added with grave reluctance,
"If this succeeds…" he sighed, "Maybe, just maybe, I'll consider the room-sharing."
That was all she needed.
Lin Zhaoyue sprung to her feet like a girl promised the moon.
