"Me?" The magistrate hadn't thought about it. He shook his head. "No, I'm just a lowly magistrate."
However, her every glance and smile today was etched into his heart, but that wasn't enough.
Mo Yan's identity destined him to face many troubles, and he disliked trouble.
Once they're truly bound together, they'll have to make many choices and navigate relationships with other forces; mere attraction won't be enough to make him act.
"I'm just a minor county magistrate."
His friend saw through him; he was so concerned with saving face that he was suffering for it. "Forget it," he said, "the fact that you can say the same thing twice means you care a lot."
Let me tell you, the opportunity is right in front of you. If you don't seize it, you'll never have another chance.
He'll regret it if he misses out. "I know you find it troublesome, and I know that behind your family are many conspiracies and schemes. You yearn for the indifference you desire."
But the moment you got here, you were already inside, weren't you?
The magistrate remained silent; he didn't want to discuss the topic, as it wasn't a good idea for him.
"Okay, that's all for now. Let's go get some rest, I'm exhausted."
——
As dawn broke, the gates of the city tower not far away opened.
As soon as the magistrate got up, he saw a long line of people carrying goods, waiting to go into town to do business.
Another reason is curiosity; today's martial arts contest for marriage is exceptionally lively.
The magistrate glanced at his start date; it was still early, and he probably had two more days of rest.
As they lined up to go in, they heard people talking.
"Miss Mo Yan is holding a martial arts contest to find a husband. I heard it will last for three days. Let's hurry up and set up a stall. There will definitely be a lot of people there."
"What's the rush? You've already paid the stall fee, so no one will take your stall."
"To be honest, the young lady is the best. She told us that as long as we pay the fee, we don't have to worry about being taken advantage of. It's only a few coins a day, but there are officials to protect us. We feel really safe."
They no longer have to worry about someone stealing their goods or someone eating their food without paying.
"That's right, all the people of Yuncheng should thank Miss Mo Yan."
His friend patted the magistrate on the shoulder, "See? What a wonderful girl, why don't you give it a try?"
"I won't go," the magistrate refused once again.
Mo Yan has already entered the city and is waiting at the martial arts contest for marriage. At this moment, she is eating wontons and has also added a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).
Their place is on the border, and it has all kinds of cultures and all kinds of food.
The main selling point is that it tastes good. There's nothing more comforting than having a bowl of soup and eating steamed buns and pancakes first thing in the morning.
Mo Yan's parents didn't come. Mo Yan said that she could handle things on her own, so there was no need for everyone to come. She could manage by herself.
Wang Xin did come over, wanting to see her sister; she was seated on the second floor.
After Mo Yan finished eating, she sat down on the stage. The advisor next to her told everyone that they could begin and that the family members should check the information.
“Our eldest daughter is the apple of our prince’s eye. He only has one daughter, so naturally he will not allow any unscrupulous people to infiltrate the family.”
To participate in the martial arts contest for a husband, one must present proof of household registration to demonstrate that they are unmarried and have no criminal record.
We already told everyone this a few days ago, so you should all understand.
"Understood, understood, let's begin."
Those in the audience couldn't wait any longer; they were eager to defeat the young lady and become the prince's son-in-law.
That way, they'll be set for life.
Others hoped to acquire their army, so they could satisfy their ambitions and vie for supremacy.
In short, people who come here have different thoughts.
Wang Meng also arrived, and upon hearing the rule, his face immediately darkened.
He was the first to jump up.
He had made a lot of effort these past few days, sending many flowers and gifts, all given to him by Yue'er. To win a girl's heart, one had to put in some effort.
But this Mo Yan went too far, refusing to accept it, which was a waste of his good intentions!
This made him very angry.
"I've already told you, you're not qualified. You have a wife and a concubine. I, Mo Yan, don't even look at you."
Wang Meng's face was as black as an inkstone. He hadn't expected Mo Yan to say this in front of so many people.
"Miss Mo Yan, you misunderstand. I do not have a wife now."
"So that means divorce? I absolutely can't keep you. You can divorce me for everything I have, but what if you divorce me again for something else later?"
Every word Mo Yan said hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him speechless.
"No, I won't, Miss Mo Yan, please give me a chance."
Even though he felt a lot of dislike and contempt for Mo Yan, he still spoke up.
"I have absolutely no respect for someone as unscrupulous as you."
"I have already provided the information. I have neither a wife nor a concubine."
"Alright, then let you give it a try."
Wang Meng: "..."
So, agreeing to let him take action was to openly and legitimately cripple him.
"Once you're on this field, you're on your own two feet, except for death. Of course, you can say you're not good enough."
Wang Meng: "..."
Everyone in the audience remembered.
"Is this the one who tried to get that young lady to give herself to him with just a purse?"
"It's not the one who stole the purse, it's his own wife's man."
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