"Ah, I see."
Xiao Qingmiao felt an inexplicable joy in her heart and asked, "From what you're saying, as long as there's been a sense of elder care and closeness with your future husband, Brother Qingling, it's acceptable?"
"Ah?"
Hua Yuerong was taken aback, not knowing how to respond to her master.
"What's wrong, my good disciple? Why aren't you answering?"
Xiao Qingmiao asked.
"No, it's just that Yuerong feels this question... is a bit strange, and I don't know how to answer it."
Hua Yuerong shook her head.
Han Jinniang, standing to the side and observing, muttered under her breath:
"No way, no way, judging by the Dark Queen's expression, could that bad man even have charmed this six-thousand-year-old elder..."
"Bail Qingling! This concubine is certain! You are such a... "
As she was about to speak, she found it hard to continue.
