Cong Yao said calmly, "Sister, since you think I'm getting the better deal, why don't you marry him yourself?"
Cong Huan was speechless. She was going to marry the Seventh Prince and become his consort.
How could she possibly be willing to marry a man in his seventies?
A cold glint flashed in Cong Huan's eyes.
She'll teach Cong Yao a lesson in a minute!
Cong Yao ignored her and just stared blankly at the weeping branches in the flower hall.
The capital city is no fun at all; where can she find the carefree life of wandering the world?
After some time, she'll go off to explore the world again.
As for her father... ha.
They want to marry her off to the father of an old man in his seventies; it's better not to.
It's likely that her mother knew what kind of person her father was, and wouldn't want her to acknowledge her ancestors.
I wish I hadn't come back!
However, we still have to fulfill my mother's dying wish.
Wushuang sat upright in the seat of honor, looking down at the noble ladies below, a cold smile playing on her lips.
A bunch of idiots and mediocre women, she really doesn't need to put in much effort.
Her gaze fell on Li Xiang, a shadow passing over her eyes.
Even if someone is an idiot, if they keep jumping around in front of you, it can easily make you feel bad.
So, it's time to get rid of these idiots.
"Oh dear, am I late?"
Just as Wushuang was thinking this, a clear voice interrupted her thoughts.
She looked up and saw a woman dressed in a light blue silk gauze dress with a white sash around her waist.
Her beautiful black hair was tied up with a silk ribbon inlaid with jade, and a jade hairpin decorated with gold flowers was clipped to the side.
She wore a veil, obscuring her face.
However, her exposed eyebrows were delicate, and her eyes were clear and bright.
A slight lift of her eyes sent a shiver down one's spine.
Wushuang squinted. Was it Yuan Huarong?
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