Again I asked, and again my lovely readers spoke up. Thank you so very much for those of you who had taken time to vote. ^__^

If you are curious about the result, follow this link.

As the Chinese saying go: Good things always come in threes. It wasnt my original intention, but heres poll #3 of the 3 poll series. The question is: If I were to start a new series, which I am about to, would you still prefer pingyin over English?

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Seeing him, Cheng Biyuan and Mrs. Cheng both paused for a second. When Cheng Xiao Xiao heard his name, her brows furrowed into one straight line and her look became even colder.

Young mistress, thats your fiancee? came little Yutengs voice.

Doesnt count. I never agreed to it!

Cheng Xiao Xiao rejected that without so much as thinking about it.

Hehe, young mistress, this Gu Junxian is quite good looking. Much more handsome than Liu Danhuang!

Not as handsome as our little white tiger!

Young mistress, you didnt even take a good look at him. He really is handsome!

So what if hes good looking? Can that fill the stomach?

Well, no, it wont fill the stomach. But, young mistress, havent you said before that it improves the mood when looking at a good-looking man?

But I dont like looking at this one!

Why not?

I dont know. I just dont like. No reason!

While they were chatting telepathically, Cheng Biyuan had recovered. He looked closely at the elegant young man standing in front of him and gave him a gentle smile, Junxian, you came also!

Yes, nephew followed our associate dean on this trip! Gu Junxian didnt say too much, just replied the question formally.

Mrs. Cheng looked at him, then glanced at her own precious daughter. She gave Gu Junxian a slight nod as an acknowledgement of his greeting.

Gu Junxian looked straight head as though he had not noticed Cheng Xiao Xiao at all. With a solemn look, he cupped his hand at Cheng Biyuan, Uncle Cheng, our associate dean and Instructor Mu were not aware that complicated nature of the incident, please pardon their discourtesy. Perhaps we should setting the matters at hand amicably!

What do you think you are? Cheng Xiao Xiaos face was stone cold, anger burning inside of her. The bright light in her pretty eyes made it difficult for others to look at, You certainly talk the big talk. Who exactly could you represent? Yourself? Or School of Divine Condor?

You! Gu Junxian finally turned and looked directly at the young woman nearby. His face turned a bit pale, but he had no words to rebute her.

Cheng Xiao Xiao had a cold smile on her face, Just exactly who is this guy? We havent seen him in tens and thousands of years. Now he just show up out of nowhere and addressing others as uncle and aunty? What the heck?

Her scornful look made Gu Junxians handsome face turned a beet red. His eyes widen and stared at Cheng Xiao Xiao in disbelief.

Everybody held their breathe and the lights in their eyes flickered. Truth be told, nobody knew that he knew the Chengs, everybody was surprised by that.

Xiao Xiao, you cant talk like that! Mrs. Cheng felt bad and tugged at her daughters elbow slightly.

Cheng Biyuans look was complicated. Of course he understood what his daughter meant, when they betrothed the two of them, he still remembered clearly how displeased and reluctant Mrs. Gu looked.

The sort of betrothal were on both families minds. Not only was Cheng Biyuan no longer that pampered and elite boy that he once was, his brotherhood with Gu Gaoyi had also deteriorated over time. Especially after he was banished from Emperor City, the Gus had done nothing for him.

In the three years that followed, the Gus never sought out Cheng Biyuan and his family, nor have they sent a letter. They never showed up until now.

Never mind that his daughter wasnt happy about it, he would be lying if he said he was happy about it too. He was merely avoiding thinking about it.

Looking at the familiar handsome face, it reminded Cheng Biyuan of that passionate and prideful young knight who was like a brother to him. They have been at each others side and after a life-and-death battle, sworn into brotherhood.