But when she turned back, Yao Qing looked at her parents and said, "Yang Qi is a good person, my best friend, and I can't drag him into this. So, Mom, Dad, I still have to go tomorrow. I'm content to have met a friend like Yang Qi in this lifetime. So be it."
The elderly couple looked at their daughter, and the three of them embraced, weeping together. There was no way out, no hope to be seen, only despair.
The Sun Family had already announced the engagement, shocking both Jingnan Prefecture and Longjiang Prefecture. The Sun Family, one of the ten great families of Longjiang Prefecture, was going to marry a woman no one had ever heard of. It was the kind of fortune one could only dream of in eight lifetimes.
Even if it was just to ward off misfortune for their family, and even if it meant marrying a sickly weakling, it was still a marriage into a wealthy clan—something countless women dreamed of.
