Half a year later, in the grand hall of the Zhao Mansion.
Zhao Sheng sat in the highest Jade Chair with a peculiar expression, silent.
At this time, Dong Miaozhen sat beside him. She looked down with a face full of contempt at her eldest son, Zhao Huaying, who was kneeling on the floor.
Next to Zhao Huaying stood a young woman who was plump, with a delicate face and naturally exquisite beauty, appearing to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.
Dong Miaozhen suppressed her dissatisfaction and said in a deep voice, "Ying'er, stand up."
Zhao Huaying suddenly looked up, his expression resolute as he spoke, "Mother, Yue'er and I are in love and have voluntarily become dao companions. Moreover, Yue'er is already carrying our child. Please bless us!"
Upon hearing this, a flash of anger crossed Dong Miaozhen's face as she coldly said, "Ying'er, do you understand what a parent's command means? And do you know that you have already been betrothed?"