"Miss, there are so many people down here, have you made your choice yet? If you don't choose soon, the sun will be setting. If you don't choose, you and your unlucky maid will have to kneel in the ancestral hall again when you get home."

"Moreover, the eldest young master said that if you can't choose today, he will personally help you choose tomorrow, and then you won't have the final say."

Looking down at the huge crowd of people, Miss Wen's maid finally couldn't help but complain and remind her.

"Good Qiaoying, none of the ones below are to my liking. What am I supposed to do?"

Miss Wen looked at the large group of people below, holding her favorite big red handkerchief in her hand, and calmly said.

"You don't mean you look down on him, you clearly still have your eyes on Young Master Jun! Miss, all these years, he hasn't even given you a glance, just accept your fate and pick anyone you find pleasing to the eye."

"Look, there's a handsome young man sitting on the roof across the street. He's elegant and unassuming. He's a perfect match for you, and he's definitely no less handsome than Young Master Jun. Just choose him, and I guarantee you won't regret it!"

The maid Qiaoying first poured cold water on Miss Wen, and then pointed to a young master sitting on the opposite roof and began to praise him vigorously.

She has a very important task today. The young master said that if the young lady can't choose someone today, she will not only be punished with a beating, but she will also be sold off.

"Ugh, are you trying to kill me? I just like someone, do you have to drag me out for a walk every now and then? If you don't want to choose, I'm leaving!"

Upon thinking of Jun Jianchou, the young master of the Jun family, Miss Wen Qihe lost all interest in choosing a husband and got up to leave.

"Miss! Have pity on me! I'm not only going to be beaten, but I'm also going to be sold off! If I leave, where will you find a maid as beautiful and clever as me?"

"Besides, even if you don't want to choose today, the eldest young master will still force a man into marriage tomorrow, and you can't escape it. The person I'm talking about is really good. If you don't believe me, look. He's a man even better than Young Master Jun. Why don't you come and see for yourself before making a decision?"

When Qiaoying saw Wen Qihe get up and want to leave, she quickly pretended to cry and play the victim. After a tearful outburst, she dragged Wen Qihe to the window and pointed to Cen Xi, who was waiting impatiently on the opposite roof.

She'd been there for an hour, but Miss Wen still hadn't thrown the embroidered ball, making her lose all patience for watching the spectacle.

Just as she was about to leave, a large red ball suddenly came straight at her face.

Having been used to assassination attempts, Cen Xi instinctively turned the large flower ball into powder.

"Miss! Look! This man is not only good-looking, but also very skilled in martial arts. He is no less than Young Master Jun. Let me have someone stop him right now, so that he doesn't get away."

After Miss Wen praised her, saying that it was very good, Qiaoying ignored Miss Wen and picked up the embroidered ball, throwing it towards the roof of the opposite building.

After throwing it away, fearing that Miss Wen might change her mind, she quickly went downstairs after saying what she wanted to say.

"Hey, Qiaoying! Stop her! You have good taste, she is quite good-looking."

When Miss Wen saw Cen Xi's handsome figure as he gracefully descended, her heart skipped a beat.

She had waited for Jun Jianchou for five years, and had become an old maid. It was time for her to get married. As Qiaoying said, this man was not bad! Then he could be her husband.

"knew!"

Qiaoying nodded happily, but couldn't help but think to herself:

"You said you didn't fall for her because Young Master Jun is handsome, but as expected, you can't trust what Miss says."

As soon as Cen Xi stepped off the roof beam and landed gracefully, a group of people surrounded her, three or four layers deep.

What are you doing?

Seeing that these people had no intention of using force, Cen Xi raised an eyebrow and asked.

"You caught our young lady's embroidered ball, so you must marry her tonight!"

One of the guards, who seemed to be in charge, glared at Cen Xi and replied.

"What? Marry your young lady?"

Cen Xi was immediately amused by this group of people. How could she, a woman, possibly marry someone? This was putting her in a very difficult position.

"Yes, it's our young lady. You smashed the embroidered ball with one palm, which means you've accepted the marriage. So you! You must come back with us right now to get married!"

Qiaoying rushed over in a panic, and seeing that the person was indeed trying to leave, she glared at Cen Xi and launched into a tirade.

"I…"

Cen Xi looked herself over and suddenly realized that she had disguised herself as the scholar she met in Suzhou, which was why she had caught the eye of the second young lady of the Wen family, who was in a hurry to choose a husband.

She's been chosen as a husband!!!

"What do you mean, 'you'? As the saying goes, scholars value their reputation and honor above all else! Are you trying to deny it, young master?"

Qiaoying still looked at her like she was a wolf, her eyes saying, "If you want to run, then try."

"What misconception makes you think that scholars value integrity the most?"

Cen Xi raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile. Cen Xi thought of all the famous figures in history, those great scholars of the time. Many of them were hypocritical, saying one thing to your face and another behind your back, with only an empty shell of lofty ideals.

How many secrets lie behind those widely praised stories?

Even the sage Zhu Xi had an affair with his daughter-in-law.

"In short, you accepted my young lady's embroidered ball, so you are my son-in-law. You have to come with me today, whether you want to or not."

The maid, Qiaoying, put her hands on her hips, exuding an air of domineering power.

Are you sure you want to take me back today?

Cen Xi raised an eyebrow and smiled. Anyway, she had nothing else to do, so she might as well do something wicked to have some fun.

Sigh! Ancient times were so boring. There was no television, no cell phones, and none of the diverse amusement parks we have today.

She's been so quiet, she's had a rare month or so of free time, and she doesn't even know where to go for fun.

"I'm absolutely certain, you're my son-in-law! You're not going anywhere!"

Qiaoying still stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Cen Xi.

"Alright! I'd rather get married again. But let me make this clear: you're the ones who insisted on dragging me to this marriage. If anything goes wrong or makes a fool of myself, don't blame me for not warning you."

Just like a year ago when Wang Dashan sent people to pick up the bride, Cen Xi reminded the other party that they were stubborn and determined to go against the grain, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"You've been married?"

Seeing Cen Xi say this, the maid Qiaoying finally hesitated; she couldn't let her mistress suffer.

"Hmm! One is dead, and the other is divorced."

Cen Xi answered honestly.

"So you're all alone now?"

"Yes, I'm all alone."

Cen Xi replied patiently again.

"Then that's it. Hurry up, don't dawdle, or we'll miss the auspicious time. Erhu, help the groom into the car, let's hurry back to the wedding ceremony."

After saying these words, Qiaoying disappeared in a flash, just like she had come.

Cen Xi was half-pushed and half-forced into a carriage.

Cen Xi smiled silently as she got into the car, eagerly anticipating what her wedding night would be like.