Chapter 1903 — Who Is the Bigger Snob
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Bingtang, after all, was an existence no weaker than the Grand Elder, and the art she cultivated was plainly a notch above the Grand Elder's. Even the Grand Elder had no certainty of victory against her.
Oh, how the Grand Elder hated it. Before Tang's mother came, it was she who held Tang Zhi hostage; for the sake of curing Wei Zhao, Tang Zhi had no choice but to swallow her pride and go along. But the moment Tang's mother arrived, the tables turned completely—Tang's mother had become the old Grand Elder of former days, throwing her weight around and turning on a dime.
Fortunately, Snow Valley was a great house with deep coffers and could spare such trifles. And Tang's mother was not truly insatiable—at the very least she left Snow Valley half. That restored the Grand Elder's sense of balance a little.
Yet for all her greed and snobbery, Tang's mother was beyond reproach toward her own, especially Wei Zhao, whom she thought the world of. Once she had accepted this son-in-law, then even though Tang Zhi's status was lofty now, she showed not the slightest inclination to have Tang Zhi aim for a higher branch.
Compared with that, she was rather better than the Grand Elder's kind of heartless snobbery.
"Mother... that's about enough..." Tang Zhi was helpless about her mother as well; her two mothers had utterly different temperaments...
"What do you mean, about enough? Not nearly enough! One of these days I'll pay the Ice Palace a visit and get a few more things out of Bingtang. Isn't she going to be Wei Zhao's littlest-littlest-littlest-littlest wife? If she doesn't show a bit of sincerity, then don't expect this mother-in-law of hers to take her side..." Tang's mother said.
"Pfft—cough, cough—" The Grand Elder nearly choked to death on Tang's mother's words. So it was not her own house alone that was out of luck—the Ice Palace was going to suffer along with it! And yet this actually pleased the Grand Elder immensely: at the thought of Bingtang meeting her doom as well, she felt that Snow Valley's small losses amounted to nothing at all.
"Heh heh..." Tang Zhi, hearing this, sighed inwardly. She had not told her mother the whole truth of Wei Zhao's situation; her mother still did not know that Wei Zhao had forgotten her. But Tang Zhi did not want her mother to worry, and so she had kept it hidden.
Still, hearing that her mother meant to go to the Ice Palace left her uneasy. Feng Xiaoxiao probably did not know about Wei Zhao's affairs yet. If her mother really did go to the Ice Palace and Feng Xiaoxiao then got in touch with Wei Zhao, would not all her painstaking effort have been for nothing?
Tang Zhi knew her mother was most likely just talking, that the odds of her actually going to the Ice Palace were next to zero, but she dared not take the risk...
As her practice of the Heartless Art deepened, the cold air about Tang Zhi grew ever denser, and her whole person took on an aloof and unfeeling air; one glance, and people felt she was unapproachable, lofty beyond their reach...
Only those who cultivated an art of the same element were less affected, and Wei Zhao practiced an art of the pure yang attribute, so there was surely no possibility of his being with her. Tang Zhi now finally understood why the Heartless Art was called the Heartless Art...
Only someone utterly disheartened, someone who wished to forget love, could have created such an art, such a mnemonic...
When Tang Zhi first began to practice, she had not felt anything amiss, but as her power grew, every time she thought of Wei Zhao during practice, of the sweetness they had once shared, she felt as though her heart were being cut by blades of ice, as if it were bleeding—a pain beyond bearing.
Tang Zhi knew that this was perhaps the price she paid for not having taken the potion brewed from the herb of forgetfulness!!!!