When Bai Yijun was brought home by his father, he thought that his troubles outside had been reported to his father. He quickly took his facially paralyzed brother with him to meet his parents. They were sitting in the hall, and his mother was rarely serious. She was so scared that she immediately knelt down and lowered her head: "Father, mother, I was wrong! As long as you don't punish me for copying books, kneeling in the ancestral hall, feeding chickens, geese, pigs, washing toilets, washing horse pens, and washing floors, I will promise you everything!"
After not hearing the two of them talking for a long time, he quietly raised his head. His father, who was always strict, just looked at him lightly at this moment, put down the cup in his hand, and said, "Since you said so, I'll take it as your promise, and your wedding day will be in two months."
Bai Yijun blinked: "Father, what did you say?"
Chen Yao said with a smile: "Your father and mother have arranged a marriage for you. I was originally worried that you would not agree, but since you agreed to everything you said, the matter is settled. Go change your clothes and propose marriage later."
Bai Yijun was frightened. How did he know that this was what they were going to say? Is it too late to regret it now?
Seeing his brother's remorseful expression, Bai Yihan asked his parents, "Which family is the girl from?"
Chen Yao said: "She is not an ordinary girl. Her name is Hu Weiwei, and she is a vixen who is over a thousand years old."