A hint of surprise surfaced in Ling Changqing's jet-black eyes at Ziyunxi's words.
The elegant beauty seemed not to notice. Her glossy, alluring cherry-red lips parted as she repeated her words:
"My Xianyin Pavilion has countless peerless beauties, no less than those of Lu Hua Palace or the Liu Ying Clan. Patriarch Ling, since you are fond of that girl Fei Yu, I imagine you wouldn't refuse her equally outstanding senior and junior sisters, would you?
If this comes to pass, Fei Yu will be your woman from now on. There will be no need to mention compensation again. In fact, I will provide you with a most generous dowry!
Of course, the same applies to the other girls. For every one you marry, I will present a dowry. How does that sound?"
"..."
Ling Changqing remained silent.
'Clearly, this leader from Xianyin Pavilion must have figured something out. That's why she's making such a seemingly unreasonable and unbelievably generous offer.'
