"A Li, Xiushu told my father that I should marry the Crown Prince of Song Dynasty."
Ning Jingchen painted my affectionate eyes and begged me to be his equal wife: "The seat of the principal wife must be vacant. You are the love of my life."
On the day Ning Jingchen snatched the bride with a sword, I held the arm of Prince Song.
My voice was as calm as ice: "Master Marquis and I have already decided on the title of uncle and nephew."
I protected my husband and looked at him directly: "Ninghou, please respect yourself. This is the man I, the matchmaker, are marrying."
The sword in his hand trembled, and the storm in his eyes burst with desperate pain.
That night, the Ninghou Mansion was as silent as a tomb, and the Song Mansion was full of joyful candles.
I was served tea the next day, and the entire Song family was very fond of me.
The old lady put the ancestral jade bracelet on my wrist, "Yanyan will be the little pearl of our family from now on!"
The third uncle suddenly frowned: "Over there at Ninghou Mansion..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Yi held my hand tightly: "Now that she marries me, no matter how hard it is, there will be a son of the Song family in front of her."
