In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

"Miss, these are images sent to you by the Alliance Leader."

"... "

Qiao Wanwan looked at the blueprints in her hand and frowned slightly.

The drawing has a portrait in the middle and the man's family background written next to it.

At first glance, isn't this just a portrait for a blind date?

"What does my father mean by this? Is he kicking me out?"

Isn't he the one who loves his daughter the most?

Why do they now want her to get married? Do they not want her to live here anymore?

Qiao Wanwan found it annoying and slammed the stacks of drawings on the table, not wanting to look at them at all.

Seeing that her mistress was angry, Chunxia tactfully took the portrait drawing and carefully examined its contents. She couldn't help but sigh:

"Miss, the people the Alliance Leader found seem pretty good."

"You like it?"

Qiao Wanwan raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at her.

"No, no, no, Miss, you misunderstand. Chunxia didn't mean anything by it. She just thought the Alliance Leader was worried you'd be bored, so she wanted to find someone to keep you company."

"To put it bluntly, it's just a blind date, right? If he doesn't want me to stay here, he can just tell me directly. Don't try to drive me away with these things; I won't agree to that."

“Miss, you have really misunderstood. How could the Alliance Leader possibly drive you away? He must have been misled by someone’s schemes to do so.”

"Humph!"

Qiao Wanwan snorted coldly. She was already unhappy, and being pressured to get married indirectly made her even more unhappy.

Seeing that the young lady was more emotional now, Chunxia felt that the leader's method was indeed somewhat effective.

Who knows, you might even find your future son-in-law inside.

That way, Miss can forget about that Young Master Xie.

She glanced at Qiao Wanwan furtively, as if she had a plan in mind.

Qiao Wanwan noticed every little expression on Chunxia's face.

Qiao Wanwan narrowed her eyes, glared at Chunxia, ​​and warned:

"Reject all the matchmaking drawings my dad sends me next time, understand? I don't want to see the same drawings in front of me again."

"Miss...aren't you really going to consider it? Some of the young men there are quite nice."

"... "

Qiao Wanwan took a deep breath and threatened with a smile:

"Spring and Summer! Don't you want to stay with me anymore?"

"No, no, no, Chunxia will definitely complete the task assigned by Miss and will not let any of the pictures appear before Miss's eyes. Please rest assured, Miss."

"Ah."

...

"Lord Alliance Leader, this is the painting that Miss returned."

In his study, Qiao Qingfeng looked at the blueprints his subordinates had brought back, flipping through them again and again, his brow furrowing deeper with each passing moment.

"My Wanwan hasn't liked any of them?"

"Yes."

"These lads were all carefully selected, and their drawings are quite handsome. Some of them even have the air of this leader. Wanwan didn't even like any of them. This is going to be difficult."

The servant who delivered the painting lowered his head, listening to the leader's mutterings, keeping his mouth tightly shut.

He dared not say that the young lady hadn't even looked at it and had told him to return it directly.

As his subordinate, he dared not offend either side.

Just then, a report came from outside:

"Reporting, Lord Alliance Leader, someone outside wants to see you."

"who is it?"

"They seem to be from the imperial court, and their surname is Mo."

"Oh?"

Your surname is Mo?

People from the imperial court?

Qiao Qingfeng frowned slightly.

He didn't seem to know anyone with the surname Mo.

For a moment, they didn't know who the person was or what they were doing there.

"Invite him in."

"Yes."

A middle-aged man dressed in bamboo-colored clothing followed a servant into the leader's study, carrying a calligraphy and painting in his hand. He had a smiling and very kind expression.

He nodded and smiled slightly at Qiao Qingfeng, who was in the leader's position.

"Alliance Leader Qiao, I am Mo Jiang, a court physician, and I have come to pay you a visit."

"Oh, nice to meet you. Please have a seat here."

"Thank you, Alliance Leader."

The two walked into the reception room by the window. Qiao Qingfeng waved his hand, signaling the servant beside him to pour tea for the distinguished guest opposite.

"Tea, please."

"Thank you."

"I wonder what brings Doctor Mo to the Alliance Leader's residence?"

Qiao Qingfeng knew that the martial arts world and the imperial court had long ago agreed on three rules: no interference between them.

He had no connection with the imperial court, and he wondered if this physician had come on behalf of the court and what he wanted to discuss with him.

Or perhaps you want to get some information from him?

It was the first time he had met this person, and he didn't know what kind of person the cannibal was, or whether his behavior was good or bad, so he maintained a wary attitude towards him.

He sipped his tea and secretly glanced at the person opposite him.

Mo Jiang, who was opposite him, was well aware of the martial arts alliance leader's suspicions about him. He smiled slightly and handed over the calligraphy and painting in his hand.

"Alliance Leader, please take a look at this first."

"?"

Qiao Qingfeng accepted the calligraphy and painting, and slowly opened them as the other party looked on expectantly.

"!"

The scene inside amazed Qiao Qingfeng at first glance.

The painting depicts a handsome man, far more beautiful than any other portrait of a man Qiao Qingfeng had ever seen.

It's so beautiful it's not like a real person, but more like a scroll painting of a celestial being.

However, the calligraphy and painting record the man's birth date and time, clearly indicating that this person existed.

Qiao Qingfeng began to wonder, could there really be such a handsome man in the world?

He couldn't help but slightly suspect that it was a drawing of a false face.

But what was the meaning behind Mo Jiang taking out this calligraphy and painting?

"Dr. Mo, what is this?"

Mo Jiang laughed heartily and slowly began to explain:

"To be honest, this is my adopted son, Mo Ze. I heard that your daughter is looking for a husband, so I've come here to make a fool of myself and shamelessly recommend my adopted son. I'm sure your daughter will be overjoyed to see my Ze."

Qiao Qingfeng looked at the drawing in his hand, also unable to put it down.

If such a young man really existed, perhaps his daughter would like him and thus let go of the Xie family boy in her heart.

However, he was still very skeptical, looking at the person opposite him with such confidence.

Raise your own questions:

"Is your adopted son really as handsome as he looks in the picture?"

Mo Jiang, however, was full of confidence and nodded in agreement:

"Of course, my godson is the most handsome man in the world, without a doubt."

"Alright, haha. Brother Mo, then I'll send this calligraphy and painting to my son to take a look. If he really likes it, we can become in-laws."

Mo Jiang's eyes flickered slightly, and a genuine smile spread across his face. He continued to praise her:

"Thank you, Alliance Leader. I am truly grateful. Not only did you not look down on my status, but you also allowed my son to compete fairly with everyone. You are truly impartial and incorruptible. With you managing the martial world, we in the imperial court are very reassured."

"Haha, oh, I, Qiao, am not worthy of such praise."

Qiao Qingfeng was quite pleased with the man's sweet talk.