Li Qingmu's words made that Miss Ru Yan instantly fly into a rage. She stepped out and snapped, "Pah! You lecher! With your lowly status, you still want to marry your great-aunt here? Do you even know who I am?"
Hong hurriedly pulled her back. "Ru Yan, you mustn't!"
This little detail fell into Li Qingmu's eyes and made him even more certain that this Miss Ru Yan's identity was anything but ordinary; most likely she was the family of some elder within Tianxiahui. He just hadn't expected that at such a young age, only fifteen or sixteen, she'd be running around with rebels. What a pity.
He kept acting, grinning as he said, "Well now, little girl, sharp tongue you've got there. I like that. In a bit I'll kill these few men of yours, then I'll drag you back to my mountain stronghold to be my Madam, hahahaha!"
"You—!"
