Zhao Rong nodded regretfully.
The righteous young man didn't know what he was thinking, but seeing Zhao Rong with nothing to counter, seemingly stammering and insecure, he suddenly thought he had seen through the villain's schemes, successfully playing the hero to save the beauty...
At that moment, the righteous scholar crossed his arms and sneered:
"Hmph, and you said she is your wife," he paused, his eyes sizing up the young Confucian Scholar, then turned back to carefully look a few more times at the pretty young girl nodding with puffed cheeks, and with a decisive wave of his hand:
"Ha, I'm not blind. This lady is so beautiful and charming, placing her in our Taiching Four Mansions, she would likely be among the top ranks, maybe even compete with the most famous Fairy Zhao... And you, this lad... Hmph, how could it be possible? It's clearly eighty percent false."
"......" Zhao Rong.
Fuck.
With a head full of black lines, he opened his mouth and then closed it again.
