"Sit," Yuanjue said, gesturing to a wooden stool.
Amur felt a bit reserved, not out of shyness, but because ever since he arrived, Xuanxuan had constantly spoken of the Master's omnipotence. In Amur's mind, Yuanjue had been unconsciously deified.
Therefore, he was a little nervous.
"What do you need me for?" Yuanjue asked gently.
"I'd like to ask the Master to help me write a letter. I've only just arrived in Da Feng and cannot write its characters," Amur said sheepishly.
"What do you wish to write?" Yuanjue asked again.
Amur was delighted. The Master was indeed a Master, so approachable. They were strangers, yet he was willing to help him.
"Just write that I wish to marry the third young lady of the Changping Marquis's residence, Qi Xuanxuan, and ask my uncle to help arrange it," Amur stated plainly. "Also, write that I will marry no one but Qi Xuanxuan, and ask my uncle to hurry, lest someone else snatch her away. Take the gifts I brought to propose."
Yuanjue felt like smiling. This young man was truly genuine. Zhao Suyuan, that woman with a mind as convoluted as winding paths, could actually give birth to such a simple son. It seemed the man Zhao Suyuan married back then must have been quite foolish.
"Although the Changping Marquis's residence is not a top-tier noble family, it holds a certain status in the capital. If you ask an elder to come to them like this, they might not agree," Yuanjue said. "Moreover, you are from another ethnic group. Have you considered whether they would be willing to marry their daughter to someone from outside your own people?"
"I can stay in the capital," Amur said urgently.
"Are you willing to give up your homeland?" Yuanjue asked unhurriedly.
"I..." Amur hesitated.
His mother, before her passing, had said she didn't want their people to fall into the hands of those with wicked intentions.
The Taka people were inherently kind, without ambition, pursuing a stable life. When his father was still alive, the tribe lived a life free from worldly strife. Later, his uncle colluded with outsiders and took his father's life. To save his life, his mother fled with him to Da Feng.
But those people still wouldn't let him and his mother go. Eventually, he escaped, but his mother was lost.
His mother's last words were that she hoped he would live well and that the tribesmen would return to their former lives.
"I can stay in Da Feng," Amur said with conviction.
He desperately wanted to fulfill his mother's dying wish, but he also didn't want to give up the girl he loved. He believed he could find a way to solve the problem without disappointing anyone.
Yuanjue smiled and didn't pursue the previous question. "By the way, how about I act as a matchmaker for you two?"
Amur looked at Yuanjue blankly, not quite understanding what he was saying.
"In Da Feng, when arranging marriages, people are willing to find reputable individuals to act as intermediaries. I have met the third young lady of the Qi family, and I have met you. What's more, I feel a connection with both of you. Therefore, I wish to be an intermediary," Yuanjue said with a smile.
"It sounds like a good thing. If you represent me, will the Marquis's residence agree to this marriage?"
"Likely, I have that kind of influence."
"Then I agree," Amur nodded.
"Then I shall mention it to your uncle in the letter," Yuanjue's smile grew even more affectionate. Though not old in years, he was in reality an ancient being. Thus, coupled with his acquaintance with Zhao Suyuan, he viewed Amur as a junior.
"Master, you are truly a good person. When we get married, I will invite you as a distinguished guest," Amur said cheerfully. "Oh, right, I have a string of sarira relics. I know people in Buddhism value such things. I will send them to you later as my token of gratitude."
Yuanjue felt he should retract his earlier thought of Amur being simple-minded. This young man was not simple-minded at all; at least, his dealings were quite worldly.