Xu Zhuohua didn't care at all; she desperately needed someone to rescue her from the bizarre handkerchief.

Xu Jiyi led Xu Zhuohua to a side hall, his expression worried.

"What is it?" Xu Zhuohua asked, sounding quite pleased.

Xu Jiyi said, "Zhuohua, you can't marry Cheng Muyun. All the things he does are bloodsucking, and he won't get away with it."

Xu Zhuohua frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Isn't it enough that he used the eastern and southern routes to smuggle arms?"

Xu Zhuohua gently patted Xu Jiyi's arm. "I know. You can ask my eldest and second eldest brothers. They know too. Besides, the weapons didn't fall into the hands of foreigners. He did a good thing."

Like Xu Minghua, Xu Jiyi is a passionate young man, so it's normal for him to misunderstand Cheng Muyun.

After returning from studying abroad, he went to teach at a university. He was quite idealistic, which Xu Zhuohua understood.

"Although I can't explain it to you now, he's a good person."

That's all Xu Zhuohua could say.

The way Xu Jiyi looked at Xu Zhuohua was as if he were looking at someone with a love-struck mind.

"But isn't this Father's arrangement? Didn't you refuse? You even wanted to run away from the marriage. Were you coerced by Cheng Muyun? Tell me, and I'll help you."

Xu Jiyi had gone mad, clinging to Xu Zhuohua's clothes with both hands and refusing to let go.

Outside the side hall, servants were coming and going, preparing the dowry. Xu Zhuohua was afraid of being seen, so she pushed Xu Jiyi away.

"I am truly with Cheng Muyun, so please give me your blessing, Third Brother."

After saying that, Xu Zhuohua turned and left, fearing that Xu Jiyi might do something.

Only Xu Jiyi remained in the side hall. He looked at the spot where Xu Zhuohua had left and clenched his fists in secret.

"He wants to marry a real lady, not a fake one."

A smile crept onto Xu Jiyi's lips.