"You mean this little lady? She's my aunt.
What do you think? Isn't she prettier than Chen Feng's two daughters?
She's as beautiful as a celestial maiden.
She doesn't look anything like the rest of our family.
Same goes for me. Don't be fooled by the fact that I'm only fourteen and haven't fully grown into my looks yet.
But I'll definitely be devastatingly handsome in the future. Shame I was born into a poor family.
Once I'm a little older, I'll marry my aunt. Our children will surely be incomparably beautiful!"
Duan Xu shamelessly spouted this nonsense. Duan Xin, standing nearby, could no longer be bothered to say another word to him. After informing Duan Jiantao, she turned to leave.
"Hey? Aunt, where are you going? You still have to witness me making the list!
A fourteen-year-old Martial Scholar—within a hundred miles, no one can rival me.
Martial Provincial Graduate, Martial Champion, they're all within reach. You'll never see such an outstanding husband again if you miss this chance!"
Huang Zhen and Huang Liang had long been sweeping their wolfish gazes greedily over Duan Xin's body, hundreds of times over.
Wu Zhengzhong licked his lips as well, though what he considered was how to use Duan Xin's beauty, capable of toppling kingdoms and cities, to trade for a better future.
Duan Xu had no idea what shame was. He stepped forward, intending to seize Duan Xin's hand and curry favor with her.
Duan Jiantao was furious and afraid. He had witnessed firsthand just how formidable his eldest grandson was.
With one slap, he could send his second son, Duan Tao, flying four or five meters away.
If they openly defied him and provoked his anger, this fine day would become their death anniversary.
But seeing Duan Xin suffer humiliation,