When Zhao Qingxue heard Hou Yuxiao's words, the joy deep in her eyes grew denser, yet a hint of slyness appeared in her gaze. She still did not regain her composure, continuing to feign as if the aphrodisiac was still affecting her. Perhaps out of a sense of guilt or genuine shy embarrassment, her complexion reddened even more. Her originally clear and stunning visage, paired with the garb of a little Daoist nun in a white robe, now exuded a tender demeanor that, far from clashing, exuded an irresistibly enticing beauty, enhancing her allure.
Just as the duck was almost in his grasp and about to fly away, Hou Zhan, staring at the increasingly captivating Zhao Qingxue beside him, was unwilling to agree to Hou Yuxiao's proposal. In Zhao Qingxue's presence, he still attempted to disguise his intent, and angrily retorted, "I do not know what nonsense you are spouting, two sneaky cowards! How dare you be so reckless here!"