The two were clearly not on the same page.
"Let's just let nature take its course. No matter what, I, He Kalienuo, swear here that no matter how things end up, I will do my best to protect your safety and Meng Jingwei's."
She raised her hand, and with every movement, she exuded the confidence of a superior, possessing the heroic and unrestrained spirit of a female general.
Qing Muye's moderately full lips curved into an arc, and he smiled with relief, "Qing thanks Young Master Lian Nuo for your kind intentions."
He raised his tea cup as a toast.
"Tsk, hypocritical,"
He Kalienuo rolled her eyes at him. "What's the use of thanks said only with words? It has no practical meaning."
"You are the Young Master of the Hidden Tribe, living in luxury, having whatever you desire. I truly can't think of anything I can give you."
"Of course there is. Don't pretend to be confused when you know."
"I am truly sorry, but I, Qing, am a narrow-minded person. My heart is too small, only able to hold A'wei."
He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled without speaking.
He Kalienuo, having been rebuffed multiple times, was accustomed to it.
She waved her hand and pouted, "Forget it, forget it. I am, after all, the Young Master of the Hidden Tribe. I can't stoop to begging from men and lose dignity for no reason. Besides, this Young Master quite likes Meng Jingwei and plans to become sworn sisters with her later. How could I shamelessly steal my sister's man? It's against the rules."
Qing Muye was amused by her.
The woman before him had skin as white as jade, so fair and delicate that it seemed to glow. Her eyebrows were thick, her eyes large, and her lips like a touch of vermilion. Her deep, sculpted facial features possessed the exotic charm of a foreign beauty.
Especially in her resplendent red attire, which made her fair skin appear luminous. With every gesture, she exuded a deadly allure, captivating anyone who looked at her.
Qing Muye had to admit that He Kalienuo was indeed beautiful.
However, he exclusively favored the cool and elegant type of woman like Meng Jingwei, who could be gentle as water at times, steady and reserved at others, and innocent and adorable, making her a very interesting person.
Being with her made every day something to look forward to, filled with immense joy.
"I need to ask you something. Do you have any renowned doctors in your Hidden Tribe who can treat scars?"
He took this opportunity to inquire about the matter.
In recent days, Qing Muye had also noticed Shi Ran's growing melancholy, and Tang Si, worried for her, had also become quite thin.
The reason for this was that he had asked Tang Si to come to the Hidden Tribe. With such an incident occurring, he naturally had to take responsibility.
"Treat scars? Are you referring to Shi Ran?" He Kalienuo asked.
Qing Muye nodded, "Precisely."
"I've heard about Shi Ran's situation. The injuries on her face are too severe, the wounds too deep. With the current cosmetic surgery capabilities of the Hidden Tribe, they are still far behind your Lancheng."
As she spoke, He Kalienuo further explained, "In the Hidden Tribe, strength is paramount. Everyone focuses more on martial arts rather than appearance. Relatively speaking, plastic surgery is very rare. The key point is that due to the rule of inheritance for the position of Hidden Lord only passing to males and not females, the status of women in the Hidden Tribe is slightly higher than that of men. This has led to very few people feeling insecure about their appearance and wanting plastic surgery. Over time, the medical aesthetics industry has been phased out in the Hidden Tribe before it even began to flourish."
"I understand."
Qing Muye nodded slightly, "I hope Young Master Lian Nuo can pay more attention. If there are any secret remedies, I hope you can inform me."
"No problem. I'll have someone inquire later," He Kalienuo agreed readily.
"By the way. A'wei also asked me to ask you for someone."
"Who?"
"Ling Yun."
"Ling Yun? Are you referring to Kang Zi's brother?" He Kalienuo had heard of him.