Chapter 3: The Qin Family Treasure — Qin Qing

Outside the Qin Family gate, a group of about a dozen burly men stood in a show of force. In front of these men sat a large chest, tied with red silk ribbons. The ribbons fluttered in the wind, making creaking sounds.

"Qin Qing, come on out. What's the point of hiding behind the crowd?" Zhao Kuo looked at the group of Qin Family members before him—who wanted to strike but dared not—with contempt, speaking arrogantly.

Facing over thirty Qin Family members, Zhao Kuo remained arrogant. It wasn't because these Qin Family members were weak, but because he, Zhao Kuo, was the son of the Zhao Family Head. Even if these Qin Family members could defeat him, they dared not lift a finger. He felt completely secure.

"Qin Qing, don't go out. They wouldn't dare do anything to you!"

"Let's fight them! Let's make sure none of them leave here."

"They are from the Zhao Family. The Zhao Family is one of the Four Great Families of Liu City. Furthermore, Zhao Kuo's father is a Martial Grandmaster. We simply cannot afford to offend them."

Upon hearing the words "Martial Grandmaster," the previously furious Qin Family crowd fell silent, their faces filled with helplessness.

A young girl dressed in a cyan long robe, wearing a cloud crown, squeezed out from the Qin Family crowd. There were tear stains on her face, but her eyes were exceptionally bright. She stared intently, her large eyes fixed on Zhao Kuo, who was standing at the very front of the Zhao Family group.

Zhao Kuo, being glared at fiercely by Qin Qing, felt no fear at all. Instead, he carefully scrutinized Qin Qing's curvaceous figure, which even her loose long robe couldn't conceal. Seeing this, a surge of lust rushed through him. Zhao Kuo swallowed hard and said:

"Qin Qing, look, I've even brought the betrothal gifts for you. Today, I will take you to my Zhao Family, and tonight we will consummate our marriage. I imagine you can't wait, can you!"

Qin Qing felt a bit afraid being stared at by Zhao Kuo's wolf-like gaze, and upon hearing such insulting words, her shoulders immediately began to tremble. Her beautiful, large eyes began to shed tears, and she said stubbornly:

"Zhao Kuo, give up on that idea. Even if I die, I will not marry you."

"Who said I wanted you to marry me? Is my Zhao Family someone you can climb up to? I just want you to be my concubine, that's all."

Zhao Kuo licked his lips. Qin Qing's frail appearance only attracted his gaze more. His eyes were fixed intently on Qin Qing's heaving chest as he spoke.

"It is your good fortune that the young master of the Zhao Family has taken a fancy to you. To actually want to be the main wife—how shameless."

"Serve the young master well, and the young master will surely reward you."

"…"

The burly men behind Zhao Kuo began to gossip.

These burly men were Zhao Kuo's bodyguards, specifically tasked with protecting Zhao Kuo.

"You… you!" Qin Qing pointed at Zhao Kuo and said loudly: "You are shameless!"

Just at this moment, a loud, resonant voice came from the Qin Family:

"Who is shameless?"

A young man wearing a black long robe strode out.

The young man's Aura was surging, like the rising sun, and everyone couldn't help but look at him.

This young man was none other than Qin Ming, who had just come out of his room. He didn't even pay attention to the gazes of the crowd, walking straight to his sister Qin Qing, and said gently:

"Qin Qing, who bullied you?"

Looking at his tearful sister, Qin Ming was burning with rage. Qin Qing had always been the little princess of the entire Family, and everyone doted on her. When had she ever been bullied like this by outsiders?

"Brother…" Qin Qing looked at the man before her and called out.