Still reeling from the shock, Deng Yuanhang rushed to an escort agency the moment they left the government office, rented a carriage, and dragged Wang Biyi, his servant, and Gu Wenheng onto the road overnight.
"This is making a mountain out of a molehill!" Wang Biyi blew his beard in anger. "You're just a lowly Scholar. Do you really think those officials would set their sights on you?
"Back in the day, when I passed the exams and became a scholar, I never saw anyone trying to force a marriage on me."
Deng Yuanhang retorted, "How old were you back then, sir? Were you already married?"
Wang Biyi pursed his lips. He was well past thirty by the time he became a scholar; naturally, he already had a wife and children.
"You brat! Once you've been washed by the tides of time, you'll know how important a good Yue Family is to you. Don't act all innocent when you've clearly got the better end of the deal."
