Fang Yuan looked down at Xue Er.
Xue Er was young and beautiful, tall and graceful, radiant with youth. Her blue eyes and blue hair, along with her ice skin and jade bones, gave her the exotic charm of a snowman.
Her tender skin and full breasts would make most men fix their eyes firmly upon her.
She truly deserved to be called the foremost beauty of the snowman lineage.
Yet Fang Yuan remained unmoved by her captivating beauty. Not only was he unmoved, he even deliberately made things difficult for her. "Is this the sincerity of your snowman lineage?"
Xue Er could not quite fathom Fang Yuan's meaning and hurriedly said, "I ask Lord Fang Yuan to enlighten me."
"With such meager gifts, you wish to form a marriage alliance with me? Your lineage is thinking far too beautifully. To gain the assistance of a Rank 8 so easily—such a good thing is no different from pies falling out of the sky." Fang Yuan sneered.
Xue Er froze.
Fang Yuan's blunt frankness left her somewhat unable to accept it.
Then a wave of shame and indignation surged up in her heart.
She was the outstanding figure among the snowman lineage's younger generation, their publicly acknowledged foremost beauty. This time, she had brought lavish gifts and come personally to seek a marriage alliance. It was no different from offering herself at his bedside, humbling herself and lowering her voice.
She had not expected Fang Yuan to be so arrogant, to not even regard her highly. Worse still, he was insatiably greedy, believing that the snowman lineage's betrothal gifts were too paltry to demonstrate their sincerity.
How were these gifts paltry?
The betrothal gifts were truly substantial. They had all been carefully selected from the snowman lineage's treasury and sent to