Seeing Duanmu Yin suddenly sank her face, Ning Zhen pulled Song Qingyu's sleeve and told him not to go against Duanmu Yin, for fear that Duanmu Yin would be angry and hurt Song Qingyu.

The next moment, Duanmu Yin smiled again, "Azhen, don't be nervous. This is your beloved disciple. When you look at the grown-up child, I will not do anything to him. Today, I want to tell Azhen a happy event."

Ning Zhen's expression changed, and Duanmu Yin said, "Qi Xuan's daughter, my son, will get married next month."

Ning Zhen's face turned cold and she gestured, "You promised me and let Qi Miao go!"

Duanmu Yin shook his head, "No, I just promised you that I would not hurt the Qi family, but your niece is the destiny of heaven and must not be left outside. Azhen, I have been waiting for you for so many years and have never forced you. Until now, I will still give you a choice. The Qi family and the Duanmu family must marry. If you nodded and married me, I will cancel the marriage between your niece and my son. Otherwise, by the time, they will get married, and there is no change."

"Impossible." Song Qingyu said coldly, "You are delusional! No matter what life you are in this life, my master's wife will never like you!"

Duanmu Yin's eyes cold, raised his hand, slapped Song Qingyu from the air, with a faint expression, "I'm here to come and be happy for Azhen, just serve him well. There is no room for you to speak here."

Ning Zhen hurried to see if Song Qingyu was injured. Duanmu Yin snorted lightly, "Azhen, I'll give you three days to consider in the end, I'll wait for your reply."

After the words came, Duanmu Yin turned around and left.

Song Qingyu wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said, "Master's wife, I'm fine."

Ning Zhen sighed repeatedly, and Song Qingyu frowned, "Master's wife, you must not agree to that bitch!"

Ning Zhen shook her head slightly, and Song Qingyu asked again: "Does Miss Qi oppose this marriage?"

Ning Zhen nodded, "Duanmu Yin's son is not a good person."

Song Qingyu didn't know what to say for a moment. Ning Zhen naturally cared about her niece, but now that Duanmu Yin has forced her to do so, how unfair to her if Ning Zhen surrenders?

From Song Qingyu's perspective, he could understand Ning Zhen's heart as an elder, but he hoped that Ning Zhen would not bow his head.

"Will the Qi family have any solutions?" Song Qingyu asked.

Ning Zhen shook her head. There are no people in the Qi family anymore, and Qi Miao has not been in the Qi family for many years.

Song Qingyu didn't know that Ning Zhen's niece was the one he knew. Of course, Qi Miao didn't know that Song Qingyu was not far from her at this time.

The breeze is coming.

In the colorful garden, a soft rope was hung between the two trees. The girl in red lies steadily on her side, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep. The warm sunshine shines, and her cool and beautiful side face is a little more warm.

The footsteps sounded, and the girl did not open her eyes.

Several veiled maids appeared in white holding trays, and the leader said respectfully: "The master ordered me to send my husband to a wedding dress and ask His Highness the Saint to try it on. If it doesn't fit or what I like, let Qiao Niang change it."

The rope swayed slightly, Qi Miao jumped up lightly, and her toes fell on the rope. She saw the exquisite and gorgeous dress on the tray, dazzling phoenix crown, and reached out and pointed, with a faint expression, "Take it for me to see."

The maid quickly picked up Qi Miaozhi's wedding dress and walked up.

Qi Miao leaned over and reached out to pick it up. While the maid let go, Qi Miao stood up straight, looked at the wedding dress falling to the ground, and chuckled, "Oh, sorry, I suddenly remembered that I had picked the fruit just now and didn't wash my hands. I was afraid of getting such a beautiful dress dirty."

"I deserve to die!" The maid was sweating profusely and quickly picked up her wedding dress and used her snow-white sleeves to brush the dust on it.

Qi Miao was condescending with a shallow smile, "You don't have to try it on. It doesn't matter whether it fits well or not. As for whether it fits my heart, your master and the young master are not sure about it? Go back and tell your master that as he wishes, I will marry his wild son whom he picked up from somewhere, so that he would better not harass my aunt again. Don't look in the mirror to see what kind of virtue you are. It's really a toad that wants to eat swan meat! If I know that he touches my aunt's finger, I will chop his son and feed it to the dog. If I don't believe it, let's take a look!"

After Qi Miao's words finished, a red shadow disappeared into the lush forest.

The maid who looked frightened just now had a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes. She tidied up her wedding dress and put it back, and instructed coldly: "Send it to His Highness the Saint's room. If the master asks, he will only say that it fits, and His Highness the Saint is very satisfied, don't talk too much."

Red shadows swept across the garden, and the palace made of jade appeared in sight.

"His Highness of the Saint stopped." An old man flashed and stopped Qi Miao.

Qi Miao frowned and stopped, "I want to see my aunt!"

The old man shook his head, "Your Highness, the master has an order. He will only allow His Highness to visit the Saint Aunt every 15 months. Today is not the fifteenth."

"I haven't seen my aunt yet when I come back. I don't know if her aunt is good, so I want me to marry Duanmu Yan. It's impossible!" Qi Miao said coldly.

The old man refused to give in, "If the master told me, I will obey. Now, please ask His Highness the Saint to go back. The master has found someone she likes to serve for the Saint Aunt. You don't have to worry about His Highness."

"Aunt the one who suits you?" Qi Miao was stunned for a moment, "Which girl is it?"
Chapter completed!