Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios
Was this the reason? Was he willing to help tame a magical beast just to free Lord Qin Yu and eat roasted meat with him? How f*cking domineering!
On the streets, other than the members of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group, everyone else was about to cry. Could they also kidnap Lord Qin Yu and make Lord Beiting Huang âaccidentallyâ agree to help them tame a magical beast?
Upon hearing this, the old madman almost went crazy with joy. He jumped up and was about to leave when the voice of an oriole coming out of the valley stopped him.
âWait a minute!â Mu Qingling walked over and held Beiting Huangâs arm. She said in a charming voice, âNinth Young Master, can you take this withered vine from Lord Ai Lanâs head? I think itâs very beautiful!â
Oh my God!
The onlookers almost vomited their dinner from the previous night!
Usually, when they saw this old lunatic, they would run as far as they could. It was just that this old lunatic couldnât be any dirtier. Even where he had stood, they were unwilling to stand on it. This girl looked elegant and refined. She was charming and moving. If they didnât know her identity and that she was Lord Beiting Huangâs fiancée, they would have wanted to look at her more.
Who knew that this girlâs preferences were so unique?
Sensing everyoneâs strange gazes, Mu Qingling also felt depressed. Little Ninth was really something. Why did she take a fancy to the withered vine on this old manâs head? This old man had not washed his hair for countless years. The withered vine was probably stained with more than just head oil. Perhaps there were many dirty things.
There were whispers in the crowd. Although they knew that Beiting Huang was powerful, his fiancéeâs taste was too strange.
âIs there someone whoâs interested in Lord Ai Lanâs things? Itâs understandable if itâs herbs, but no one will pick up this withered vine if itâs thrown on the ground, okay?â
âHeavens, I even suspect that the oil on the withered vine canât be scraped off with a sword, right?â
âThatâs right. Oh my god, itâs disgusting!â
âLord Beiting Huangâs fiancée has seen all kinds of good things. She actually likes this thing. Itâs too funny!â
Mu Qingling was so embarrassed that she wished there was a crack in the ground. She could just crawl in. At this moment, she had no choice but to put on an act with Beiting Huang. She shook her arm. âLittle Ninth, is it okay?â
Beiting Huang looked especially troubled and glared fiercely at the old man. She found the old manâs appearance a little strange and patted Mu Qinglingâs hand that was hanging on her arm. âLingâer, that thing is too dirty. If you like it, weâll go to the Starmoon Plains later. Iâll help you cut a better-looking one!â
âDirty? In what way is it dirty?â The old man jumped up in anger like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. âI clearly took a shower ten months ago. How is it dirty? Hmph, you want this hairpin of mine. Itâs passed down from generation to generation. You want it, but I wonât give it to you!â
âAre you not giving it to me? Itâs good that youâre not giving it to me. If youâre not giving it to Little Ninth, he wonât help you tame magical beasts!â Mu Qingling placed her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest like a furious little tiger. âIâve taken a fancy to this hairpin of yours. You have to give it to me even if you donât want to!â
Beiting Huangâs smiling eyes locked onto Mu Qingling. The tolerance and love in her eyes were so obvious. In the crowd, the young girls were all seeing stars. They looked at Mu Qingling enviously, wishing they could replace her. Lord Beiting Huang was such a good husband. He was powerful, noble, and so affectionate. Only someone who had saved the Rubis Continent in his previous life could have such a good fiancé in this life, right?