Choosing A Wife By One’s Beauty

The next day, the group set off from the inn.

"Shuang'er, we've tried our best," Han Moze comforted her in the carriage.

Liu Rushuang thought about that cute little boy and how he had disappeared without an explanation, and felt a little uncomfortable. "You're right. We'll just have to see if Le Zhengyu survives," she sighed.

Han Moze hugged Liu Rushuang tightly without uttering a word.

...

In the evening, they stayed in another inn.

"Did you hear? There's a beauty competition in White Cloud City. The most beautiful lady will have the chance to marry the lord of White Cloud City," said a brutish man dressed in grey to five to six other people.

"If I were a woman, I'd definitely participate. That man, Nangong Ba is truly three-times prettier than women!" Replied the other man.

"I've seen Nangong Ba once. He's truly beautiful! Just one word, 'beautiful'!" Sighed a large man with a mesmerized look on his face.