"Si Yan! You're a liar! How could you possibly be the Lord's Mistress? Impossible, impossible! What tricks did you use to bewitch the Lord, huh? Tell me, tell me!!"
Lang Xin immediately said to Wang Dao, "Lord, don't be fooled by her! Si Yan is a bad female; she already has a Beast Husband. And he's a..."
Suddenly, Si Yan took out a piece of purple snake scale and waved it in front of Lang Xin.
With a smug smile, she said, "You said I already have a Beast Husband, and he's a snake Beastman, right?"
Si Yan, smiling smugly, gestured on Wang Dao's body. "Look, doesn't it resemble this? Doesn't it look just like the Lord's scales?"
The usually hot-tempered snake Beastman was in an unusually good mood today, letting her gesture all over his body.
This sight made Hu Hui, who was standing nearby, both eager for gossip and terrified.
Si Yan's eyes shifted to Lang Xin. "You see? Purple, identical scales."
Lang Xin's expression cracked, piece by piece.
