Aunt Qin calmed down the trepidation in her heart and quietly said, "Yun Bixue belongs to Young Master Xie now, and our Qin family cannot stand out at the moment. If you're fond of that woman, you have to wait. After the royal families form an alliance successfully, she naturally will become yours."
Qin Huailing smiled. He looked like a flower gliding down with the falling snow—clean and unblemished. That smile made Aunt Qin unable to hide the darkness she harbored in her heart. Her expression turned rather tensed.
"Aunt, who said that I like Yun Bixue? You're making such wild guesses regarding my feelings. I was just thinking that these women you recommended might become unavailable later on again!" Qin Huailing cracked a joke just like a child, but his gaze was sinister.
The look on Aunt Qin's face was strained. She didn't know why, but her heart would feel uneasy every time she interacted with this child.
