Shangguan Lingxiu muttered to herself.
"Even if I insisted on being together, what's the use of it? Become an ornament he protects for my entire life? Even if he doesn't mind and I'm willing to submit, is that still me, Shangguan Lingxiu?"
Old Mistress Shangguan, who was supported by her dragon-head crutch, wore a deep sense of sympathy in her gaze as she stood by the yard entrance.
She could not help but recall something…
…
"King Yun, Yun Yang isn't young anymore. When my son was his age, he was already a father of two. As his father, why aren't you considering his marriage?"
"Yun Yang is a stubborn one. I've never forced him to do anything, including his marriage."
"What does King Yun think about our Lingxiu? It's wonderful that the two of them reciprocate each other's feeling. Isn't it marvelous for both our families to become relatives? Old Marshal Qiu has mentioned to me before that he's willing to become the matchmaker."