"Is it possible that Master is trying to find me a Mistress?" An Yiqing's eyes gleamed.
Ye Chenghong spat out a mouthful of tea, glaring at An Yiqing furiously, his nostrils flaring in anger.
"You little rascal, what nonsense are you talking about!" he grumbled, placing the teacup heavily on the table. "The medical exchange competition just concluded, and the Medicine Sect has earned plenty of prestige. I discussed it with your Senior Uncles and We aim to establish a hospital school in Xuanjin. It can treat and save lives and promote the authentic Xuanjin Ancient Medicine - a win-win situation."
