Numerous condemning gazes were directed at Beiting Huang. Among them, Nangong Cang's gaze was the sharpest. If looks could kill, Beiting Qing would have been cut into pieces by now. He coughed lightly and gave Beiting Huang a warning look, telling her to remember her identity and not implicate her brother and cause him to not be able to get a wife.
After all, no aristocratic family was willing to marry their daughter to a family with an improper background.
"Is this the Ninth Young Master of the Beiting Family?" Saintess Ye Qin slowly walked over. Of course, she had heard Beiting Huang scolding her, and her expression was especially ugly. "You're flirting with an unmarried girl in public. Old Master of the Beiting Family, so this is the style of the Beiting Family. I was preparing to choose a few princesses from the royal family for Your Excellency Beiting Jing to choose from. If that's the case, I'm really hesitant!"