Flow Shadow Ice Cicada silently shook her head at her, communicating via Divine Thought:
"Let's just forget it. That girl isn't appealing at all—she's got no chest, no butt, just a total beanpole. How could our husband possibly like her?"
Realization dawned on Liu Ying Meng Luan's face. She nodded her delicate head. "Alright, I'll go warn them. No one is to say the wrong thing!"
Although they hadn't spent much time together, the beautiful, palace-gowned woman had already noticed some of Ling Changqing's preferences.
For instance, his gaze lingered longest on her own majestic, snow-white peaks, and he didn't neglect the First Miss's or the other sisters' either.
It was clear their dear husband particularly favored women with voluptuous, enchanting curves. He most likely had no interest in those who were too thin or slender.
Thus, Bingchan took Ling Changqing's arm and gave him some quick instructions, while Meng Luan called the other female cultivators over to brief them.
