Chapter 620 - I’ll Ask For Your Hand Tomorrow
The Tempestuous Consort – Wilfully Pampered by the Beastly Highness
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Chapter 620: Iâll Ask For Your Hand Tomorrow
Tianlan turned seventeen years old in a blink of an eye. Feng Qingling had yet to choose anyone, and neither did he look out for any suitable boys. He was lacking as an uncle.
With Feng Tianlanâs marriage in mind, Feng Qingling hurriedly listed all the decent boys in Nanâan City. Fortunately, as the dean of Qingyan Academy, he had the privilege to know better.
âThe new prince is good. Handsome, talented, and has good character, but...â Feng Qingling thought of Si Rong and shook his head quickly while saying, âThose in the royal family are most ruthless, so itâs better not to choose a royal person.â
âUncle...â
âThereâs a student in the academy. A young genius who started two years ago... too young, too impulsive, not suitable for you.â
âUncle...â
Feng Qingling did not seem to have heard her calling him. He continued with his thoughts and said, âI heard of a new master in Feishuang Pavilion. He seems fine, but heâs not as famous as you, so thatâs not suitable.â
Feng Tianlan tried to interrupt him several times but failed. He seemed to be immersed in his own world, which made her very helpless but also warmed her heart.
She thought to herself, âIf Mo Bai knew about this, he might punch someoneâ.
Feng Qingling toggled between a few candidates but there was no one suitable. He said, âTheyâre all good men, but none really worthy of youâ.
âUncle.â Tianlan said seriously, âI already have a candidate, and heâll be coming tomorrow to propose a marriage.â
âYou chose someone?â Feng Qing looked up in surprise.
Feng Tianlan nodded and replied, âYes.â
âHeâs coming to propose a marriage tomorrow?â
Feng Tianlan still nodding, âSo, Iâll have to trouble uncle.â
Feng Qingling acknowledged and stayed silent for a while, before raising his head to ask, âWhereâs he from? Howâs his character? How does he look? Is he talented? Whatâs his family background? Howâre his parents? Siblings? Howâs the family culture...?â
Listening to Feng Qinglingâs endless questioning, Feng Tianlan couldnât help but interrupt saying, âUncle, heâs the Wargod Si Mobai.â
âHis parents have to be good, canât be...â Feng Qingling registered her words before he could reach the end of his sentence. He was stunned for a moment before asking, âWho are you talking about?â
Did he hear it right?
Feng Tianlan said seriously, âWargod Si Mobai!â
âLike the Demon King? That god? The victorious Wargod?â
Feng Tianlan nodded and gave a soft and quiet acknowledgement.
âThe misogynistic warlord?â
âYes.â Feng Tianlan couldnât help but smile slightly. She felt that the worldâs impression of Si Mobai was that he was misogynistic and didnât like women.
Feng Qingling raised his hand and said, âLet me digest this for a while and think about it.â
The Wargod had always been a famous and frightening image in the Guiyuan Continent. What mattered more was that he was misogynistic and did not like women. Feng Qingling felt that something was wrong with that.
Feng Qingling was struggling. He felt that Si Mobai was acceptable in all aspects except for his misogyny.
âHe always has on a stone cold look on his face, just like an iceberg. How can you bear with such indifference?â This was also a bad thing.
Feng Tianlan thought for a moment and replied, âHeâs okay.â She did not seem to have seen how cold Mo Bai was. He seemed to have always been gentle with her.
âThe Wargod is pretty good, but Iâm afraid that you wonât be able to entirely subdue him, and might hurt yourself later on.â Feng Qingling thought for a while and looked at Feng Tianlan, âShould we change to someone else?â
As soon as the words left his mouth, the air became steely cold as a voice called out, âUncle, who would you like to replace me with?â
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