The world's first proud concubine

Chapter 91 You Can't Remarry Unless I Die
"What did you say, that, is the ice thorn lotus?" The old man's eyes were full of horror.

Once, he had seen the name Icethorn Lotus in an ancient book...

"That's right, that is the ice thorn lotus that is comparable to the ninth-grade snow ginseng." Bei Mingche took the ice thorn lotus with one hand, and responded.

Immediately, the audience was in an uproar!
Comparable to Nine Grade Snow Ginseng...

This……

How can it be?

Everyone didn't believe it, but what the old gentleman said next made them feel so regretful that their intestines were green.

But the old man took two steps back, then shook his head regretfully. "It turned out that it was the ice thorn lotus. I didn't expect it to be... It's a pity that we didn't even recognize it. This ice thorn lotus is an incomparably valuable treasure. However, since you have photographed it at 100 taels, then It belongs to you. Perhaps, the life of this icethorn lotus should belong to you."

When the old man said this, he seemed to be slowly letting go.

Mu Yunluo frowned slightly, and she swept away the ashen-faced people around her, feeling relieved——

There is no way, who told this group of people to be blind.

"Miss, let's go." Putting the ice thorn lotus away, Bei Mingche lowered his head and looked at Mu Yunluo fondly.

Mu Yunluo nodded.

Before leaving, Mu Yunluo suddenly thought of something again, "By the way, old man, you have to settle accounts with this person for the damaged items in the auction house today, so you don't lose money."

After finishing the words, he took meaningful glances at Situ Ling beside him.

Situ Ling received Mu Yunluo's gaze, and his expression changed.

He swallowed, but he didn't dare to say anything, until Mu Yunluo and Beimingche both left, then he raised his eyes and stared at their backs with hatred in his eyes!
……

Near noon, the streets were bustling.

Bei Mingche firmly held Mu Yunluo's hand, and walked across the street.

"Bei Mingche, let go!" Mu Yunluo wanted to break free from him the whole way, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold him back.

"I'm afraid you'll get lost, my lady. It's better to hold you by the hand." Walking in front, the corners of Bei Ming Che's evil lips curved slightly.

"It's really not good for everyone to watch and talk about it."

"It's okay." Bei Mingche continued to walk forward, and a faint voice floated out of his mouth.

Mu Yunluo was going crazy, "You're fine, I have something to do! How can I get married if you hurt my reputation like this?"

"Marry?" Bei Mingche's expression changed, and he finally stopped.

Turning her head and looking at Mu Yunluo, there was a smile in those deep eyes.

"I'm not dying so soon..."

"What does it have to do with you?"

"You are my wife, if you want to remarry, unless I die first..."

Mu Yunluo: "..."

(End of this chapter)