Chapter 2575: Chapter 796: Crushing All Opposition

After interrupting Vivian’s little actions, Jiang Yu did not unleash full force, challenging the other five witches present as Zheng Qing had imagined. Instead, with a smile on her face, she slipped a small bowl into Zheng Qing’s hand.

"This is the bitter herb soup I cooked today, have a taste and see how it is."

While speaking, she turned her back slightly to the other witches, as if instructing Zheng Qing on how to consume the soup, but in reality, she whispered a near-inaudible command, "Don’t look around, now, lean to my ear and say something casually..."

Zheng Qing didn’t hesitate at all and followed the instructions honestly.

"What should I say?" He leaned toward the witch’s ear, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

Then he noticed the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of Jiang Yu’s mouth.

Although he didn’t see it, the barely perceptible pressure from the surroundings made him acutely aware that the other witches were closely watching his interaction with Jiang Yu.

Under this pressure, Zheng Qing suddenly had a moment of inspiration and understood the deep meaning behind Jiang Yu’s actions.

No matter how many little tricks the other witches used before, no matter how high their flirting skills were, or how deep their collars were cut, under Jiang Yu’s open and honest little gesture, they all collapsed — nothing declares sovereignty more than whispering intimately in broad daylight, under everyone’s eyes. The witches’ various tricks were crushed by the disregard for rules.

But to think that a single straight hook punch could make these brave witches retreat was obviously impossible.

"Little Yu, long time no see." Betsey Black greeted with a smile, blowing the assembly horn for the six witches.

"Huh? Peggy? You’re here too?"

After straightening up, Jiang Yu seemed to just notice the black-haired witch next to her, sounding a bit surprised: "...Sorry, I didn’t notice you earlier... I mean, when I was getting food, I heard Michael has been looking for you, wanting to chat about the little misunderstanding that happened during your date yesterday..."

The smile on Betsey’s face visibly stiffened.

Zheng Qing wisely didn’t step forward to help out.

But at this moment, there was more than one person watching like a hawk. Like the hyenas surrounding a lion, when one hyena is injured, the others will leave the lion and attack the wounded companion first.

"Who is Michael?" Balash Sasan feigned bewilderment, quietly asking their companion.

"Is it Michael from the Tabbot Family?"

Louise Cody had a thoughtful look on her face, her voice low but clear, "I heard Michael has a new girlfriend, they’ve been going out often since school started... Last weekend, I saw him entering Yota restaurant with a black-haired witch on the pedestrian street... No wonder it felt familiar at the time!"

She evasively remarked, subtly sizing up Betsey, acting as if she suddenly understood.

The nerve of these little bitches!

The black-haired witch bit her molars, secretly resenting their lack of perspective — with a major enemy in sight, they were stirring up internal strife, so unaware of priorities!

Typical of small fry origins!

"Could you have been mistaken?"

The usually quiet Jessica, in this hunting contest, suddenly stepped out from behind Betsey, looking at Louise; her voice was low as she refuted, "There are many black-haired witches at school... Besides, last weekend, Peggy was helping me review potion making, she didn’t have time to go to the pedestrian street..."

Then, without waiting for a rebuttal, she turned to look at Zheng Qing, her gaze wavering slightly, involuntarily taking a small step back, as if worried the warlock opposite would suddenly rush over and yank her hair, swinging her to the ground, but she paused and bravely spoke, "... Speaking of potions, Peggy’s bitter herb soup is also very good, want to try it?"

Betsey looked at her companion, deeply moved.

On the side, Vivian let out a short laugh, "Pfft... Oh, sorry, I mean, Betsey’s potion blending is good, but her cooking? Hehe, last year, the Margarita Sauce she prepared at the Baddminton dinner made a bunch of people have a stomach upset, it wasn’t that long ago, was it... "

The black-haired witch’s face turned slightly red.

Yet she didn’t back down, countering on the spot, "At least I tried to do what I should do, what about you? What dishes did you prepare for tonight’s banquet?"

Zheng Qing clearly remembered, by Crescent Lake, how the pink-robed witch scampered off after hearing the words ’prepare dinner’, and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Yet he immediately realized it was inappropriate, hurriedly lowering his head to take a bite of the bitter herb soup Jiang Yu brought him.

I must admit, the soup is aptly named.

As soon as it hit the mouth.

The intense bitterness assaulted his taste buds, mingling with a strange sticky sensation, causing him to furrow his brows, but in the next moment, a coolness blossomed in his mouth, rapidly washing away the bitterness, a jubilant magic power spread along with the soup entering his stomach, giving the warlock a feeling of being alert and refreshed.

"Very... very, impressive!"

He gave a high evaluation first and then racked his brain to add, "Not only is the taste remarkable, but the color combination gives a sort of... um, a feeling of spring coming?"

"Thank you." Jiang Yu smiled gently.

"Naturally, not every witch will prepare... or rather, has the right to prepare dinner." Betsey utilized the momentum, slightly defiantly raising her chin, letting her gaze slide over Vivian, finally landing on Louise Cody on the other side: "... Whether it’s Flower Way, culinary arts, or tea blending, it has to conform to the ’sense of season’ to meet the old-school wizard’s rules. This is a skill only witches from clans can master..."

"Thank you for the praise, it’s just ordinary cooking, nothing skillful about it." Jiang Yu modestly laughed, interrupting her subtle attacks on other witches, then naturally took Zheng Qing’s arm, looking around: "... What were you chatting about before, it looked lively?"

"We were discussing if Su Councilor knows Brother Qing is at Shanglin Garden today."

Vivian, evidently more aware of the ’big picture’ than Louise, knowing well who their biggest ’enemy’ was at the moment, didn’t dwell on Betsey’s previous digs.

The others cast peculiar glances at Jiang Yu.

Zheng Qing keenly felt a chill slowly brushing through his elbow — exactly where the witch clutched him — sending countless small goosebumps across his arm.

"Of course she knows."

Jiang Yu turned her head slightly, staring at Zheng Qing, her brow arched, her tone tender: "During the New Year’s when we stayed at Greenhill Mansion, I talked to Su Councilor about it, she had no objections... Remember, Brother Qing was there too? Oh, right, don’t forget to bring Dong Dong a gift when you go back this time."

What else could Zheng Qing say?

He held his breath, nodding vigorously, silently endorsing the witch’s words.

Hiss!

Zheng Qing distinctly heard several soft intakes of breath.

"Dong Dong is Su Councilor’s child?" Vivian looked astonished.

Even Betsey couldn’t help but inquire, "During the New Year’s, all three of you stayed at Greenhill Mansion? Together? Does your family know?"

"Sorry, as it relates to Su Councilor’s privacy, I’m not at liberty to say much." Jiang Yu smiled gently, nodding slightly to the others: "If there’s nothing else... I’m sorry, but I’ll have to take him away now, I had previously arranged with a few friends to discuss some cooperation projects of the Absolution Hunting Team... so as not to disturb your conversation anymore."