Yang Chen Appears

Why shouldn't Jiang Caiying be taken with him? Why shouldn't Jiang Caiying cry and beg to marry him? Didn't he have every right to be so proud, so arrogant?

He, Lin Feixiang, was a peerless genius in the Eastern Thirty-Six Commanderies!

"Miss Jiang Ling, you should think this over carefully too. Can that friend of yours reach the same level of strength as our young master? He is far, far beneath him. You ought to consider your own talent and beauty. How could just any random person possibly be worthy of you?"

Jiang Ling was Jiang Caiying's alias. Since she was traveling outside, she could not always use her real name. What was more, she was still being hunted madly by the Black Dragon Cult, so using her true name was even less possible.

Listening to these words, Jiang Caiying felt sickened. With her usual temper, she would have long since made her move. These people actually dared to insult Yang Chen?

Yet once these servants started wagging their tongues, they seemed unable to stop. Just as the saying went, like master, like dog. They chattered on endlessly as if they truly had Jiang Caiying's best interests at heart.

Had it been another woman, a few honeyed words like these might truly have left her confused.

They would surely have thought that, with such excellent conditions, why hang themselves from a single tree? They could completely find someone better. But Jiang Caiying was different. Not to mention that she was not someone who changed her mind from morning to night, even if she were, anyone with eyes could tell at a glance who was better and who was worse between Yang Chen and Lin Feixiang.

Yet Lin Feixiang remained utterly unaware. Once his servants had said enough, he stepped forward