Qi Zhiyuan sighed and handed her a red string.
Chu Zhihe eagerly accepted it, "This is it, the Matchmaker's Rope, the magic you created based on the myth of the Matchmaker and the Bright Moon Temple, is truly endlessly useful."
"With this, I have full confidence to provoke that brat Yi Wushuang into making a move on Song Yue, and when the time comes, even if he accidentally gets crippled, it's only right, and no one can say anything."
Qi Zhiyuan was not as optimistic as she was, but he knew he couldn't stop this mother who was determined to eliminate her son's rival, so he could only advise, "Junior Sister, it's best not to use this thing if you can avoid it."
"Once a spell is cast, it inevitably leaves traces. With Yi Mingshu's means, he might discover it, and it might backfire."
