Shang Shaoyan replied matter-of-factly, "I'm only seventeen years old, thank you."
Shang Yunlan scoffed, a forced smile on her face, and said, "You'd better remember you're only seventeen—you're not allowed to do *that* with Qiao Xiuyu before you're twenty-two, understand?"
Before Shang Shaoyan could say anything, Qiao Xiuyu walked in from outside, her face beaming with joy: "An'an, my royal brother just sent me a letter, wanting us to get married within three years—you can marry me now!"
Shang Shaoyan did the math and realized that she could marry Qiao Xiuyu when she was twenty.
...No, it's that she could marry Qiao Xiuyu when she was twenty.
Shang Yunlan had obviously thought of this as well, so his face immediately darkened: "No, I don't agree."
Shang Shaoyan glanced at Shang Yunlan and said to Qiao Xiuyu, "I disagree as well."
Qiao Xiuyu was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Shang Shaoyan, whose eyes were smiling, and immediately understood. She smiled and said, "Well, if you won't marry me, I'll marry you."
Shang Shaoyan smiled and said sweetly, "Then it's a deal. You'll marry me within three years."
Shang Yunlan: "..."
He tried to struggle: "Um..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shang Shaoyan stood up impatiently and pulled Qiao Xiuyu out, asking, "Qilang, who do you think we should invite to the banquet?"
Shang Yunlan heard Qiao Xiuyu's voice coming from afar: "Then we definitely have to add the Marquis of Yongle to the list..."
Shang Yunlan, left alone in her empty tent: "..."
It's yet another world where only he is hurt.
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