3Ry Cross Time (S1-S2)

3Ry Cross Time (S1-S2)
PERSUADES


The front yard of the evening flower pavilion has chairs and tables to relax while drinking tea, there is Master Ye Zi Xian and mother, said Meng Pei Yun.


A while ago after breakfast, Meng Pei Yun invited Ye Zi Xian to his place to have a conversation with the man. The emphasis of the word 'second' from her mother continued making Ye Zi Xian with a heavy heart leave her lover with her friends.


Now this was where they enjoyed the tea together as they had before Ye Zi Xian assumed all the responsibilities of being the man chosen to be the leader.


Nah!


The sound of the cup that Ye Zi Xian had placed was then followed by a question sentence from him. "What did the Concubine's mother call me?" that was how Ye Zi Xian called out to him. After all, Meng Pei Yun was quite close before as a connecting mother in place of her mother who was busy helping her father in doing his work.


Both of Ye Zi Xian's sharp eyes looked at her mother, she continued fixedly, whose actions were successful in shaking Meng Pei Yun's heart. His heart was racing, he was trying his hardest so that his heartbeat did not cause his face to redden.


Clearly, he was not ready to express his feelings. Moreover, this time is not the right time.


Meng Pei Yun cleared his throat for a moment before starting to answer the question of his son, who had already doubled as the owner of his heart.


"It's not something that matters, considering you're my favorite son." he said, exchanging the word 'son' for 'man' in his heart.


The woman made her attitude seem worthy to be called a mother who loved her son so much.


"Your mother just wasn't happy. You came back from yesterday, but didn't come to see me. This mother of yours feels neglected by her son." she lamented, expressing her heart and alibi, so that the famous Ye Zi Xian would not notice.


"When I worry about you so much" he continued.


Ye Zi Xian's eyelids blinked once, then replied. "Mother Concubine doesn't need to be up to that. I'm doing fine. But, I will still thank you for worrying about me." her words warmed Meng Pei Yun's heart.


"Thank God then. By the way, that wedding plan... You're really gonna do it?" meng Pei Yun asked, in the end he entered the destination point of this conversation.


The movement of the hand of Ye Zi Xian who was about to lift his teacup suddenly stopped as soon as he heard the strange question coming out of his lips.


A mysterious glint flashed across his eyes without Meng Pei Yun noticing.


How many days had it been since he announced his decision to marry Ryura?


But, he chose not to respond to it further and only gave an answer of what was asked.


Almost the look on Meng Pei Yun's face changed hearing Ye Zi Xian's clear answer with no desire to be refuted. Although, in his heart he growled in jealousy, there was no other choice but to restrain him.


Trying to ignore the sour taste in his heart, Meng Pei Yun could only continue. "You're sure? Mean mom... You must not rush. It's going to be in the bad in the end. Moreover, you haven't known him for long. I just don't want you to regret it." she said at length attentively to the fact that she hid her bad intentions in the sentence.


The woman only wanted to shake Ye Zi Xian's heart first. Because after all as the person who cared for him, Meng Pei Yun knew more than anyone what kind of figure Ye Zi Xian was. However, he seemed to have forgotten, that how much knowledge he had towards Ye Zi Xian, it will not be able to close the fact that the two are not bound by blood which means there is still a possibility that Ye Zi Xian has something inside him that is unknown to Meng Pei Yun as Mother.


Look for a moment before answering. "Mother Concubine need not worry. That's not gonna happen. Ryura is the girl who has been chosen by the heirloom sword. It certainly can't be wrong... And, I myself am also convinced that my choice is right!" Ye Zi Xian again took a sip of the almost cold tea after revealing his firmness on this important matter.


Still continuing his action, Meng Pei Yun with all his skits He shook his head with concern for Ye Zi Xian as if to regret the actions of his son.


"You're this. You have to remember... Other than Ye Xiao Nan, you are only close to me as the woman in Ye's residence. Even though you still have an aunt. Are we both enough to let you know what a girl looks like?" meng Pei Yun asked as if he wanted to tell Ye Zi Xian that the female figure was not that trivial.


Ye Zi Xian just silently listened.


Meng Pei Yun continued with a mother's policy and concern. "Origin is unknown. He doesn't even have a family last name. What if she's not a good girl? Ye Zi Xian's... You must remember your current position! You're a leader! Master Ye the current generation! The position you held was not only to be in charge of the family, you still had the Sect! You are responsible for both! If you choose the wrong companion, not only will you disappoint everyone but it will also destroy you and everything."


The handsome man did not budge, he still remained calm in his silence. If you look closely, then this Ye Zi Xian will start to look similar to Ryura. Especially when he behaves like he does now.


Although, he had also been like that before.


"Mother Concubine, I understand and understand what you're worried about. But, you really don't need to get to that. This decision is not without consideration. The elders in the Ye family had also already given their opinions." his jade as he lowered his gaze until it escaped Meng Pei Yun's observation. As a result, the woman did not get the chance to see anything wrong or not from Ye Zi Xian.


"Because, Ryura is the chosen girl. It's hard for the Ye family to doubt the heirloom sword's decision in choosing." he continued.


From beginning to end Ye Zi Xian did not change his calm, flat and unpredictable tone. The tone also felt demanding to make the person who heard it could not take a gap to doubt.


At the end of this conversation, Ye Zi Xian was unable to see the fist of the woman in front of him who had nearly injured his own palm in anger and jealousy.


Again, Meng Pei Yun could only hold back.



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