Su Yi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He and Xia Qingyuan had a good relationship, but they weren’t “in a relationship.”

It was obvious that Pu Surong and the others had misunderstood.

Before he could respond, Pu Surong said softly, “I’m well aware that doing so will hurt you emotionally, but please, understand. Qingyuan will return to the clan with me, and she is destined never to have any entanglements with men!”

She said that last part with staunch assurance.

Su Yi furrowed his brow. “Unless my ears deceive me, it seems you just said that Miss Qingyuan can never love a man?”

Pu Surong nodded as if it were a matter of course. “If she wants to receive our clan’s benevolence, she must pay the corresponding price and accept the accompanying responsibility.”

Something occurred to Su Yi, and he instantly understood. “Are you taking Miss Qingyuan back to the Purple Moon Foxes to become their next holy maiden?”

Pu Surong was stunned. “So, young lord, you already knew about this?”

Su Yi sighed. “Does that mean that when you left the Xia Emperor, it was to become the next so-called ‘holy maiden’ too?”

“That’s right.” Pu Surong nodded.

Su Yi instantly...