I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

Qingtian calmed down and said with cold eyes: "Is this what your father, Lord Xiaok, means, or what you mean."

A slight sense of oppression hit his face, and Shawclair put away his smile. He found that Qingtian was not interested in such a political marriage.

After being silent for a few seconds, he said frankly: "It's my father's intention. He admires you very much and hopes that Qinggang and Sadara can cooperate for a long time and prosper together."

Pretty candid.

Qingtian's eyes were solemn and he said equally directly: "If it's just for the alliance, the effectiveness of the contract is completely sufficient. There is no need to do anything extra."

"Political and business marriages are more about ambition and family heirs. Although I can understand it, I don't agree with it."

"Marriages that appear to be inseparable often end badly, and no one is willing to be taken advantage of. After being together for a long time, there will always be emotional needs and emotional contrasts. When there is no balance, conflicts will arise and even intensify in the end."

"Sacrificing yourself to support your family and others seems to me to be the prelude to tragedy. I hope you will never become the protagonist."

"The real strength lies in yourself. I hope you can marry a truly beloved woman when you are happy in life."

"Besides, sometimes friendship is more stable and long-lasting than love. Why don't we go down this path?"

Shockley's heartbeat quickened a bit, and Qingtian's image became fuller to him. She was completely different from the women he had met in the past.

She wears a soft skin that charms all living beings, but on the inside she is sincere and sober.

So, this may be one of the reasons why her father allowed himself to pursue her.

During the Hunting Festival, he only thought that Qing Tian was beautiful, had great cultivation, and had the holy coat of a saint.

But in his heart, he still felt that she was a delicate flower attached to Lorenzo. He even knew that she and Bai Jingyan had a tryst in the hotel in the afternoon, and he also acquiesced in Urka's remarks that she was licentious and would take advantage of people...

But at this moment, those things have become irrelevant. Her rationality and frankness are touching. It's no wonder that those powerful guys like her.

Shawclair showed a knowing smile.

"Thank you, Viscount Laurent, for your advice. I seem to have found the direction."

He raised his teacup and said, "Honey!"

Raising your eyebrows on a sunny day, getting along with smart people saves energy and makes you feel comfortable.

"Honor your friendship!"

……

The conversation between the two became more casual and relaxed after that, and Shawclair introduced the origin and background story of singing on stage.

It’s a rare moment of relaxation, and I’m happy to enjoy it on a sunny day.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. A low curse suddenly sounded from a private room not far away. The cultivator has good ears and can hear it clearly if he pays a little attention.

"You're so shameless, do you think you're still a noble lady? It's good to just let you live, but you still dare to resist?"

"If it weren't for the fact that you are still pretty, would I keep you?"

"..."

The harsh insults were accompanied by the woman's suppressed and painful cries, the man's laughter, and the unpleasant sounds that were heard constantly.

The guests in the art studio seemed to be used to it. After a while of silence, they chatted and enjoyed the music.

The beautiful and passionate songs on the stage overshadowed the noise over there, and the singer's eyes were still affectionate and gentle.

Qingtian stood up with a dark face, took out his mask and put it on.

She knew that there were too many things like this in the Empire to deal with, but this was her own territory, and she couldn't pretend not to hear it when she bumped into it.

Xiao Claire frowned and followed her to the private room.

The private room door was unlocked, and the chaotic scene inside was unsightly.

Seeing someone breaking in, the men who were having fun looked ugly and let go of the naked woman on the low table...

The woman fell on the table, her face obscured by her long hair and tears. Her skin was slightly darker and had an abnormal red color, and her plump upper circumference and slender legs were a little red.

Xiao Claire frowned. Did this person end up like this because of the decline of his family?

Why did he feel that the woman was a little familiar...but for a while he couldn't figure out who it was.

He was thinking, Sunny Day had already begun to close the door and beat the dog.

To deal with five or six of them, she didn't even need to get her hands dirty, she just used coercion and spiritual power to knock them to the ground.

The woman lying on the low table looked sad, hugging her body and trembling slightly. There were also two women on the sofa who were half-dressed and huddled in the corner with their heads down.

"What are you doing!"

A young man who was photographed on the ground yelled: "This is a private room! Do you understand the regulations?"

Qingtian took out a thin blanket from the spiritual space, walked over and covered the woman on the table.

"Can you use force in a private room? Is this the law?"

The young man said angrily: "They are female slaves!"

So female slaves can be humiliated at will?

Can it be used as a shield for atrocities?

Qingtian's fists trembled slightly, and he controlled his anger. His face under the mask was extremely cold, "You are talking nonsense, where is the evidence? Give me the slave's deed of sale!"

"Who do you think you are! Why should I check... Wow!!!" Before the arrogant young man could finish his words, Qingtian used his spiritual power to break both of his legs.

"Do you know why now? Show me your identity certificates and the slave status certificates of several women!" Qingtian glanced at the others with sharp eyebrows.

An older man looked at Sunny's white hair, and an ominous feeling flashed through his heart...

He hurriedly took out the white household registration book from the storage ring and shook it in his hand.

"I am a local businessman in Pangze. I usually abide by the rules and laws. I was invited to come here today to have fun. I am not familiar with any of the women!"

Oh, it was quite clean.

Qingtian waved gently and took his household registration book into his hand, "Where are the others?"

Several people on the ground gave in when they saw the third-level merchants, and also rummaged through their storage rings for identification.

If the opponent's fist is hard, bear with it first.

One of them took out the slave deed of a woman on the sofa.

Another person said: "The one in purple is a personal pet given to me by the family, not a slave... I don't have her identity certificate."

After hearing this, the girl in purple took the initiative to take out her household registration book.

Qingtian collected the things and looked at them. They were indeed from the same family...

So private pets can be shared with others occasionally, right?

She smiled coldly and asked: "There is another one. Who brought this one on the table?"

Everyone glanced at the beautiful and strong woman on the table, and looked at the young man whose leg was broken with an ugly expression.

If this woman's identity is exposed, they will all be doomed...

The young man who was being watched closely by everyone had a broken leg and had been wailing softly intermittently. When he heard the questions, his voice stopped.

Seeing the sharp eyes of his companions, he snorted and took out his household registration book and a slave contract.

"She is my slave."

If he could bring this woman out, he would naturally be prepared for it.

Being able to live in that position is already the greatest forgiveness for her!

Seeing the slave contract, Qingtian's face turned cold again, feeling depressed and helpless.

Lanze's slavery system is not something she can shake now. It also requires patience, greater power and a change in social consciousness.

It seems that relying on laws and regulations cannot cure these bastards...

The young man watched Qingtian holding the slave contract tightly and remained silent, thinking to himself that there was nothing she could do this time.

They are on the side of the law, and she can't control them even if she has some status!