The woman before him was indeed a fine choice.
Qianluo's standards for selecting a protégée were comparable to the Emperor's standards for picking a Noble Consort, truly discerning.
Qian Yun repressed all the inferiority in her heart, rallied her spirits, and revealed a smile with dimples blooming, her beauty tempting as she said, "This lowly maid is indeed Qian Yun, but now I have been given to you by the Mountain Master Qian, village chief. Whatever you wish to call me, you may call me, for I am now your person."
When she uttered these words, her expression remained as pure and unblemished as ever.
Yet, the content of her words could ignite a fiery desire in any man, a compulsion to tear apart her noble facade and ravish her savagely.
Jiang Dali silently applauded her skill and looked at Qian Yun with a satisfied smile, "You're not bad, and neither is Qianluo. He has gifted you to me as a present, and I am very pleased."
