Qi Yu looked at the white-bearded old man who had suddenly appeared, and a guess abruptly occurred to her.
Not even caring about the broken tea cup, she widened her eyes and asked, "You wouldn't happen to be Prince Qiu's teacher, would you?"
The old man had a wine flask hanging from his waist, and glancing at her upon hearing her words, he said, "You are the fool that my disciple married?"
Qi Yu pouted and pointed at herself, feeling somewhat wronged, "Where did you see that I am a fool?"
Her facial spots were gone too, could it be that the original body's foolish temperament still lingered?
The old man suddenly burst into laughter, completely changing from his previous serious demeanor, and took the flask from his waist, guzzling down two mouthfuls.
"Interesting, interesting, it seems my disciple wasn't wrong!"
He had received a letter from Li Mingjue saying that he had taken a wife, and that she was a rather entertaining woman.
Having met her today, it was indeed the case.
