The face of the Saintess of North Ice darkened. What does it mean for this guy to have my hairpin? It's useless for both me and the entire 36 Tribes of the Northern Region.
Soon, the Saintess of North Ice became frightened again: This is bad! The plan has gone awry. I won't really have to marry him, will I?
She cursed the Nine Realms Sky in her heart: How did it end up like this?! Aren't you a divine artifact of our Northern Plain? Why does it feel like you've been helping Owen Bertram all along?
Owen Bertram was still stunned, vaguely understanding the intention of the Nine Realms Sky, and immediately felt: You're such a dog.
Then, Mr. Bertram did not say a word, just waiting quietly, with a hint of smugness in his heart: Thankfully, I have a backup plan. As for the grave of marriage, I respectfully decline!
