People swarmed around Qingyin like bees, mesmerized and fascinated. If Duan Heng hadn't worn a veil to cover Qingyin's face, they wouldn't have been able to escape the encirclement.

By the time Qingyin arrived at the Flower Goddess Festival arena, registration was already nearing its end.

The person in charge of registration was the clerk of the county government in the eastern suburbs. Two people would set up a table and put a registration form on it.

As the registration deadline approached, the registrar had already begun to experience aesthetic fatigue. Moreover, after seeing so many beauties and standing for so long, he was tired, and a hint of impatience appeared on his face.

When Duan Heng arrived with Qingyin, the registrar said somewhat impatiently, "Name, remove your veil. We need to conduct a preliminary review before you can participate."

Seeing the rude clerk, Duan Heng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his cold gaze sending a shiver down one's spine, making one dare not be so casual anymore.

Qingyin stopped Duan Heng, and looking at the clerk who was terrified by Duan Heng, she lifted a corner of her veil, revealing a stunningly beautiful small face.

She blinked slightly. "Sir, do you think I'm alright?"

The clerk was so captivated by her beauty that he clutched his heart, no longer afraid of the frighteningly fierce man standing next to her.

"Yes, yes, of course. Miss is simply the reincarnation of the Flower Goddess of the Eastern Suburbs, oh no, she should be the only Flower Goddess in the world."

The clerk's barrage of flattery made Qingyin's eyes crinkle into crescents. She lowered her veil before preparing to go on stage.

After the two left, the soldier following behind the clerk dared to raise his head. "Sir, you are really bold. That young master looked so fierce, yet you still dared to look at that young lady and even praise her. You are indeed a man worthy of being a clerk."

"Yes, learn more."

The registrar wore a calm and collected expression. Yes, he was indeed that valiant man; if you ignored his legs, which trembled like noodles beneath his loose robe, you would think that was true.

Duan Heng forbade men to enter the backyard of the Flower Goddess beauty pageant, but Duan Heng was bold.

Qingyin entered the house wearing a veil, her eyes glancing briefly at Duan Heng, who was hiding on the roof beam, displaying his exceptional skill and daring.

Fine, let him come if he wants.

There were quite a few women wearing veils inside the house, so it wasn't surprising that Qingyin was among them.

Stepping inside, Qingyin saw a diverse array of beauties, from plump to slender, a veritable feast for the eyes.

However, finding the original body's older sister in the crowd is not easy.

Qingyin sighed; there was no other way but to keep looking.