Xie Jiuniang always appreciated beautiful things.
This young man was very much in line with her aesthetic, and he was one of the few people she found good-looking.
Having discovered something beautiful, Xie Jiuniang was sharing with Jian Lingyan, "The Young Master of the Qinghu Clan truly lives up to the fox tribe's reputation for beauty, his looks are top-notch."
"If you like him, summon him to serve you. As a little master in the Demon Emperor's Palace, it's only natural," Jian Lingyan suggested mischievously.
Just thinking about that scene made Xie Jiuniang shiver involuntarily, "No, no, based on my years of experience in appreciating handsome men, this one is a rose with thorns, it's prickly to the touch."
"With the Demon Emperor as your backing, what's there to be afraid of?"
"That's where you're wrong, even a rabbit will bite when cornered." Xie Jiuniang didn't want any trouble.
As the young master of a clan, his pride and spirit had been nurtured from a young age.
