Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

In Yuchi’s mind appeared an image of a Male Cultivator coughing blood while moved by his own words. This Cultivator was truly exasperating yet left him without anger—after all, he didn’t hold resentment toward Cao Qingyu, who killed him, a man who could take a loss.

So what to do now? The jade hairpin has already been exchanged by me, and the Immortal Stone doesn’t have a return policy. So what to say if I meet Xi Jiayu? That her childhood sweetheart’s jade hairpin was sold by me as junk?

She... she might hit me!

Yuchi’s lips twitched as he quickly glanced around to ensure nobody was watching before comforting himself slightly: ”It’s alright, alright. I’ll buy a new one in the city later. After all, it’s the thought that counts, right?”

”This jade hairpin was just worth a couple of silvers. I’ll buy her one worth ten silvers to make it even grander, okay?”

”Don’t come to me in dreams; it was an unintentional act.”