"Let's go!"
The gathering venue had arrived. Wu Qingniang resumed her usual noble bearing, hooked her arm through Zhao Fu's, and walked toward the crowd.
This was a spacious garden, with over ten thousand people gathered here. Fortunately, the garden was quite large; otherwise, with so many people together, it would have seemed far too crowded.
Wu Qingniang entered such a public setting with her arm linked through Zhao Fu's, immediately drawing no small number of gazes.
Now that the Ancient Beauty Ranking had been released, it had drawn countless eyes. Wu Qingniang ranked third, and her fame was anything but small. Whether they were direct-line, collateral-line, or external-line members of the Ying Family, everyone present wanted to see Wu Qingniang for themselves. Countless people had fallen for that peerless beauty and temperament.
Yet now they discovered that she was holding the arm of a plainly dressed man whose looks were merely somewhat refined—he could not even be called especially handsome. Their gazes filled with hostility, jealousy, and resentment.
Ying Xi also looked at her close sister linking arms with Zhao Fu in surprise. This was far beyond her expectations. I thought Wu Qingniang only regarded Zhao Fu as a very important chess piece—at most, perhaps merely a friend.
But now, it seemed that Wu Qingniang's feelings toward Zhao Fu were far more complicated than she had imagined.
Recalling her earlier skin-to-skin intimacy with Wu Qingniang, then seeing how intimate she was with Zhao Fu, Ying Xi even felt a trace of jealousy in her heart.
The young master of another branch of the Ying Family was a handsome young man named Ying Qin. Watching the scene before him, he seethed with hatred. He had long been pursuing Wu Qingniang, not only for Wu Qingniang herself, but also for the