"Hehehe—hehehehe—it's great, it's great, I don't have to get married, I don't have to get married. Hmph, when I return home, I must talk to my father. He actually wants to marry off his favorite Little Yue'er to a local overlord in a vassal state, how awful."
In the wilderness, He Lingyue joyfully performed her movement technique, her clothes fluttering like a carefree little fairy, her laughter joyful as if she were a little sprite in the mountains.
Inside the carriage behind, He Lingxu's eyes glided over with a trace of sorrow, sighing, "Yue'er is still too young. She has not stepped out of the family to experience the treacherousness of the martial world, how could she know the rarity of Black Wind Village Chief, a person my father personally bets on, who absolutely will not stop at merely a vassal state, but rather become a significant figure in the future Holy Dynasty. She will regret it someday."
