[ He snorts, rolling his eyes. He's certainly not the bride here, for all his teasing earlier. Wen Kexing took charge of the kitchen and of his purse the moment they stepped foot into Siji, made sure things were clean and fixed, and did everything his Master's wife did for the sect when Zhou Zishu was a child. ]

I'll keep you in luxury. [ He promises quietly, though he doesn't know how he'll manage to keep it. Everything he has left--has been burned to the ground. Perhaps it'll be different here, though. ] What do you mean, the next place we go?