I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 361 Yu Huan, the Heir?

His gaze then fell on He Yuhuan.

Zhongli Yueluo stretched out her small hand and blocked his eyes, her hand also grabbing his long eyebrows.

Although it wasn't used up completely, it was still very impolite.

Shui Jun's head was pulled in her direction, and he said, "You little brat, let go right now!"

"Quickly remove the ice spell from my body. I'm not freezing to death right now, but don't let the people around me get frozen!"

"No, you have to pass my teaching assessment before I will undo this spell for you."

Zhongli Yueluo heard this and gritted her teeth. Wouldn't that mean she would have to sleep with the cold all the time?

Seemingly aware of her concerns, he stroked his beard and smiled, "As long as you stay with that Yan family boy, you won't freeze to death!"

Zhongli Yueluo let go of him; she really couldn't do anything to him now.

"There's something else I need to tell you, not discuss with you: I want this little girl to be my successor."

He pointed to He Yuhuan.

Zhongli Yueluo was stunned. He Yuhuan being chosen by the Water Lord as his successor meant that she might be the future Water Lord.

But in the cycle of reincarnation, can the predetermined course be changed?

It wouldn't be bad if He Yuhuan could become this old man's apprentice. Although his personality is a bit off, it would still be a stroke of luck.

His cultivation is quite profound, and he shares the same attribute as He Yuhuan, which will surely help her cultivation reach a higher level.

But she can't always be selfish; she has to think about things for He Yuhuan.

"Although she calls me master, she acts according to her own heart, and I have no objection if she agrees."

The water spirit's eyes were fully open, and there seemed to be a green light flickering within them, but it only flashed by for a moment.

He then revealed a meaningful smile, as he could sense the aura of forbidden magic emanating from these young men.

But this is a matter of seeing through the secrets of heaven but not revealing them; perhaps this is the turning of fate.

"Little girl, would you be willing to be the apprentice of this old man?"

"What apprentice? Is it enough to fill you up?" He gulped down a cup of tea.

"Meat is plentiful, but killing is not allowed."

Surprisingly, this old man, Suijun, is quite righteous, but then he added a sentence.

"You can kill people you don't like, but you have to do it secretly."

Zhongli Yueluo didn't really want He Yuhuan to become his disciple. Yuhuan was originally simple-minded, and if he taught her, she would become cunning and mean.

"The master said that before cracking open the skull, you have to ask whether it's right or wrong."

"Wrong. Powerful people don't care about right or wrong, they only care about winning or losing."

These words seemed to be spoken not to He Yuhuan, but to Zhongli Yueluo.

She understood the reasoning behind it.

"Alright, I'll leave after I've had my tea. I need to continue playing the zither."

"Let me say it again, the piece you played was absolutely awful."

Zhongli Yueluo pulled He Yuhuan outside, and as she lifted the curtain, she turned her head and said something.

Just then, a sharp "duang" sound was heard from the strings, and that unpleasant sound entered my ears again.

They played even louder, as if to provoke them.

“It sounds terrible!”

Zhongli Yueluo challenged him, complaining as she walked away.

She couldn't unravel the incantation when summoned, and inexplicably took He Yuhuan as her disciple.

After they had gone far away, Shui Jun slowly placed his hand on the strings of his zither: "Young man from the Yan family, old man, this is all I can do to help you."

He Yuhuan smiled innocently and said, "The dried meat over there was really delicious."

"Yu Huan, how about you start cultivating under that old... gentleman from now on?"

“Okay, didn’t he say there would be plenty of meat? I’ll bring some back for my master too.”

Zhongli Yuelu patted her head: "Okay."

Once the two of them came out, an instructor led them toward their college.

Sure enough, those with higher status and better family backgrounds were assigned to the same class.

They were no exception, and they were all together again.

However, when they went in, they didn't see Su Nianhui, nor were the Su brothers.

Chang Yu Muling ran towards her with a grin, intending to be familiar with her and take her hand.

But then he sensed the coldness emanating from her and abruptly stopped in front of her, thinking it was a protective spell she had cast herself.

He wondered if it was just dislike. But looking at the chill emanating from him, it seemed that it wasn't just directed at him.

Her smile was still as lovely and radiant as ever. Although they couldn't have physical contact, she was still talking to him.

"Mu Ling, I'm actually in the same class as you."

"Yes, Yueluo, do you think my outfit looks good today?"

"You look beautiful, you're beautiful no matter what." She meant it sincerely.

In his heart, he was calculating that two of the five lords had already embarked on their paths, and this Changyu Muling exuded a thick and solid aura.

Perhaps he will gain the favor of the Earth Lord, then she must push Qianqiu Chang'an to take the position of Wood Lord.

"I came here today to ask why you are so cold?" Chang Yu Muling approached tentatively.

Her fingers were covered in a layer of frost. I really admire Zhongli Yueluo for being completely unaffected in such a low-temperature environment.

She waved her hand, saying, "No, it's just an old man's prank." But her expression still betrayed her disgust.

"Who is it! How dare they treat you like this!" He was genuinely angry, his fists clenched tightly.

Qianqiu Changhuan and her group of relatives from the Pang family walked over. They could now exchange barbs with anyone who approached Zhongli Yueluo.

"Chang Yu Muling, you're way too shameless. Miss Yue Luo doesn't even look at you, yet you still insist on clinging to her."

An inconspicuous woman from the Pond family spoke with sharp sarcasm and pointed fingers, even trying to shift the blame onto Zhongli Yueluo.

"Whether she likes me or not is none of your business. Anyway, I don't like you either," Chang Yu Muling said dismissively.

Such childish remarks could not provoke his anger at all.

He still couldn't control his heart and wanted to get closer to Zhongli Yueluoqing, but the coldness was unbearable for him.

"Yueluo, you and your brother are chatting so enthusiastically, why don't you get closer to me?"

Chang Yuxuan walked over and hooked his arm around Zhongli Yueluo's shoulder; she was quite patient with the cold.

His hand trembled incessantly on her shoulder, then he withdrew it imperceptibly, and when he looked up, he met Qianqiu Changhuan's gaze.

The two simply nodded slightly. Zhongli Yueluo looked at her and said, "Miss Xuanyuan, I'm really not approachable now."

"The spell on you is quite interesting. I'm curious, how did you get it?"

"Let's not explain further and let this matter pass quickly, because it can't be resolved in a short time."

At this moment, Qianqiu Chang'an appeared from the other side and walked over, still looking as gentle and elegant as ever.

You took two steps back and bowed to Zhongli Yueluo, saying, "Miss Yueluo."

"Young Master Chang'an." Then he sneezed.

Qianqiu Chang'an frowned, her heart sinking. Could it be because she was corrupted by the evil spirit after falling into the mud that day?

However, he felt it would be inappropriate for him to show concern for her in public, as he believed it would damage her reputation.

Zhongli Yueluo saw through his thoughts: "It's nothing."