Before Huo Beichen could speak, Nanke Yuting added, "I helped you rescue her, but her burns are so severe that her face is completely disfigured. Don't even think about seeing her face ever again. As for whether her body is still to your taste, that depends on how particular you are. However, compared to the renowned Miss Ye of the Imperial Capital, she's definitely not a sight for sore eyes!"
"I wonder, does Young Master Huo marry for love, or for beauty?"
Severe burns?
And her face completely disfigured?
Huo Beichen felt as if his mind had exploded with a loud bang, as blood seemed to freeze in his veins. The instinctive image of Ye Nuanxi's face in his mind was followed by the image of a face tightly wrapped in gauze. Suddenly, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe, sending a chill down his spine. A dense pain surged towards his heart, almost suffocating him.
"Who I marry has nothing to do with a eunuch like you. Where is she?"