The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 64: Mediation

For the exclusive use of the noble class, yet the quality is unstable.

At times, the scent is overwhelmingly pungent, while at other times, it is faint and nearly indistinguishable, far from the purity of natural flowers.

Even at top-tier auction houses, only a few bottles of truly effective fragrance concoctions are made available in a year.

Coincidentally, the owner of this small stall is a reclusive alchemy master, skilled in ancient perfumery and mental auxiliary formulas.

This time, the floral-scented concoction he introduced was made using the long-lost "Starlan Extraction Method."

It incorporated seven kinds of rare aromatic sources and was refined for three days with moonlight dew, being presented in public for the first time.

The bottle of the concoction hasn’t been opened yet.

A faint scent of violets and morning mist lilies has already begun to quietly diffuse.

The Butterfly Clan female just happened to catch a whiff of the delicate fragrance through a gap in the crowd.

In an instant, the tension at her temples seemed to be cleansed by a clear spring.

The long-accumulated stagnation in her mental clarity relaxed at once.

The world before her eyes suddenly became clear, even the slight trembling in her fingertips subsided.

She realized almost instinctively.

This thing, for her, was not just a luxury, but a lifesaving item.

She actually didn’t want to seize it forcefully, nor did she want to be criticized in public.

She had already offered tenfold compensation, with Spirit Stone payable on the spot.

But Joni was stubbornly clutching the concoction bottle, refusing to let go, with a firm attitude.

A female from the Canary Clan.

Neither bearing the burden of spiritual power nor needing floral scent therapy, what does she want with this concoction?

Yet, she blocked her way at this critical moment, clearly picking a fight, intentionally making things difficult for her.

The onlookers gathered more and more, some shook their heads and sighed, while others whispered to each other.

A middle-aged woman in ordinary work clothes advised, "Don’t be stubborn, just take the money, isn’t it better? Tenfold compensation, anyone would be tempted. It’s not like you can’t regain it, why risk yourself for a bottle of concoction?"

Another male stall owner also advised, "Exactly, that Butterfly Clan has an unusual background, offending them won’t do any good. You, a stall owner, can’t afford to provoke."

But Joni stood still, holding that concoction bottle tightly with both hands.

"I bought this as a gift for someone, it’s something I promised someone. Is she the only Butterfly Clan in the entire Universe? Can no one else use it? This concoction doesn’t have her name on it, why assume it’s hers?"

The female finally withdrew the mental pressure field released into the air.

The surrounding airflow lightened accordingly, as if an invisible weight suddenly dissipated.

She coldly stared at Joni, asking word by word, "Then you tell me, who are you giving this to? If I know them, maybe we can talk. If it’s for someone important, I wouldn’t go too far."

She isn’t an unreasonable person, it’s just that this concoction is too rare.

Missing this opportunity might mean waiting another ten years to encounter such a pure floral concoction.

For her, this is not a luxury, but a necessity for survival.

Joni originally breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders slightly relaxed, and she was about to explain.

But just as she was about to speak, she suddenly paused.

In her mind flashed the pale face and gaze of her cousin.

As well as the blood threads that seeped between his fingers when he coughed softly last night.

That concoction is his only hope.

Thinking of her cousin’s current situation, her heart tightened, and she immediately swallowed back the words she was about to say, pursing her lips into a thin line. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"What’s it to you?"

She looked up, directly meeting the other’s gaze, her voice turning cold.

"Who I give it to is none of your business, do I have to tell you?"

The female was so angry she nearly ground her teeth, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Seems like you truly don’t know your place."

She was about to release her spiritual power again, the light gathering in her palm already beginning to flicker.

But just at this critical moment, a sudden, piercing horn sounded.

Her heart skipped a beat, her action abruptly paused, her brow furrowing tightly.

She turned her head to see a silver-gray military SUV slowly pulling up to the roadside.

The wheels grinding over gravel made a subtle sound of friction.

The vehicle’s lines were stern, exuding the distinct low-key and authoritative presence of the military.

The car door opened, and a slender female dressed in a plain long dress gracefully stepped out.

And beside her, the male remained seated steadily in the front passenger seat.

He wore a neatly pressed white shirt, the cuffs meticulously rolled up to the forearm.

However, his face was entirely concealed beneath the shadow of a military cap, the brim pressed low, almost covering his eyes and brow.

Her heart tightened, her spine instinctively straightening.

A female from the military is not someone a mere noble can easily offend.

"Good day."

She immediately adopted a respectful posture, suppressing the indignation and apprehension in her heart, obediently raising her right hand, placing it on her chest.

Performing a standard noble etiquette.

This caught Selene Kane off-guard, who was just about to step out and set things right.

She had initially been frowning, intending to come out and stand up for justice, but was met with an official salutation.

She instinctively got caught up in the atmosphere, hurriedly raising her hand to return the gesture, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you, I’m Selene Kane."

She spoke with a smile, her voice clear and carrying a hint of sweetness.

The female suddenly clapped a hand to her mouth, her eyes widening, exclaiming, "You... you’re that infamous female?"

She had long heard rumors.

Commander Caleb Shaw married a female who couldn’t bear children, someone not only of humble origins but also particularly fond of beating her Beast Husband.

Beating a Beast Husband, is that worth noting?

She often took action herself, who in the noble circles hasn’t slapped someone in a fit of rage?

But the issue is, being unable to have children, that’s a huge taboo, a termination of bloodline inheritance.

If Selene Kane was here, then inside the car must be the cold-faced, iron-blooded Commander Caleb Shaw!

She nervously kept glancing between Selene Kane and the military vehicle, her gaze flitting between the two.

That previous aura of arrogance vanished in an instant.

"Miss Kane, I apologize for letting you witness such a scene."

She lowered her head, her tone respectful, even carrying a hint of flattery.

Selene Kane gave a sweet smile, the corners of her eyes arching gently.

"Sister, it seems you’re facing some trouble, would you like me to help mediate a bit?" Her voice was soft, filled with a sincere concern.

"Certainly."

The female promptly replied, fearing to offend the rumored "fierce" Miss Kane.

"I’m Riley."

She forced a kind smile, lowering her voice considerably.

From the moment Selene Kane stepped out of the car, Joni’s pupils shrank sharply, her heart rate surged.

Her face turned pale, her fingers subconsciously gripping the hem of her garment.

She hastily covered her face with her hand, bowing her head, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

She absolutely did not want to become a spectacle, nor to be ridiculed under everyone’s gaze.

Selene Kane chuckled softly, her smile innocent and harmless.

This actually improved Riley’s impression of her.

Rumor had it that she was hard to get along with, had an eccentric temperament, and was prone to violence.

But the young lady before her, speaking softly, behaving properly, with a sweet and gentle smile, wasn’t she very charming?

Riley couldn’t help but muse that seeing is believing, not hearsay.

Rumors indeed cannot be fully trusted.

Selene Kane approached Joni, crouching down softly, her skirt gently spreading out.

She tilted her head, observing her from below, her gaze holding no ridicule or disdain.

"Are you alright?"

She asked softly.

Joni was so startled that she flinched, her whole body trembling, pupils contracting sharply, her voice changing pitch.

"Ah! What are you doing!"