Zheng Xiu hadn't wanted to do this.
But his four family members were incredibly insistent.
Pingping, who was from Persia, was an expert at handling men. The moment she saw Zheng Xiu hesitate, she decisively threw off her outer robe, revealing the red, textured, sheer lingerie beneath.
The other three were dumbfounded by Pingping's sudden move. It was clearly unplanned.
Zheng Xiu took two steps back. Pingping then whipped out a length of White Silk and pretended to throw it over a beam. Tears streamed down her face as she said, her voice choked with grief, "Master, if you don't agree, I'll hang myself in this red outfit, become a Fierce Ghost, and haunt you for all eternity."
"Put that away! What is all this fuss about life and death? Have you no sense of propriety?!" Zheng Xiu scolded Pingping with great distress. "Fine, I'll do it! Isn't that enough?!"
"Master, you really are the best!"
