When he looked up again, he saw that Qiao Mu had already walked far away with Xiao Mi.
Unable to figure out his true thoughts, he just stood there on the street for a long time with complex feelings running through his mind.
On the other hand, Achir was so livid that she spoke without thinking. “Why is this woman just so despicable?”
When they encountered her in the Mystic Beast Forest previously, she was already hateful enough, making people uneasy all over.
She did not expect that upon meeting again on the Mo Kingdom capital’s North Main Street, this woman’s hatefulness would become even more distinctly pronounced.
The assistant minister of rites, Huang Yi, turned stern as he cupped his hands toward Achir. “Will this miss please exercise discretion in your speech. By no means should you disrespect the crown prince consort of our Northern Mo!”
In other words, if you dare be so disrespectful again, I will not hold back against you!
Achir was involuntarily startled, but then she inwardly heaved a sigh of relief, rejoicing: So that d*mn lass has already gotten married! Good! Very good!
Her having gotten married meant that she wouldn’t come vie with her for Brother Asi’s affection anymore.
She believed that as long as she stayed by Brother Asi’s side, he would one day understand the goodness in her.
Smiling lissomely, Achir was about to nestle against Achir when his cold glance froze her to the spot.
Asi was getting annoyed to death by this woman.
She followed him all day long as if to woo him, but could she not look at herself in the mirror? With her flirtatious looks, she simply was not his type.
His type was definitely like…
Asi was stunned. He was shocked to realize that, once again, the little stoic’s face inexplicably surfaced in his mind when he was thinking of his “type.”
What was there to like about the little stoic, this d*mn unlikable lass!
Asi scratched his head in frustration before turning to mount his horse. He did not say anything and just galloped away with a flick of the whip.
Meanwhile, Miss Lili tucked a lock of hair behind her ears as she walked out from the Fortune Pavilion.
When her sharp eyes swept over Qiao Mu and Xiao Mi’s departing figures, she basically recognized Qiao Mu at a glance.
It was her! That haughty and overweeningly arrogant b*tch who drove her, Wei Mingli, out while borrowing His Highness the Crown Prince’s influence.
She would remember that d*mn stoic face of hers forever!
Miss Lili narrowed her eyes as she gave a gloomy snicker. Afterwards, she swayed her hips gracefully with her every step as she walked toward a luxurious carriage parked in front of the Fortune Pavilion.
“Mingli? You are Mingli right?” Suddenly, a dark and skinny old woman staggered out of the crowd. She rushed up to her and excitedly grasped Wei Mingli’s wrist.
Wei Mingli flung away the woman’s hand in scorn. “You’ve got the wrong person!”
“No, I didn’t. You are Mingli, you are my Mingli!” The dark and skinny old woman exclaimed theatrically, “Mingli, oh Mingli, I am your grandmother! Mingli, oh Mingli! Grandmother has endured much hardship just to find you!”
However, a cold light flitted across Wei Mingli’s eyes, turning into a sharp, bloodthirsty blade when no one was looking.
*Slap!* The crisp slap that suddenly landed on Granny Niu’s old face momentarily stunned her.
“Old woman, did you devour the guts of a bear or leopard to be vainly attempting to claim kinship? Why don’t you look at yourself in a bowl of water to see this shabby state of yours! How could I, Lili, have relatives as poor as you?” Wei Mingli frowned as she assumed an air of superiority.
Yet Granny Niu was bewildered.
