The girl, who was whispering just moments ago, now feels her eyelids growing heavier, overcome by drowsiness, and Shen Hua's body completely slackens.
Barely hearing someone calling softly, Shen Hua follows the sound. In a flash, daybreak shines brightly.
It nestles in Cui Yun's embrace.
Cui Yun strokes the cat's fur, his voice neither rushed nor slow.
"Now that the official decree for marriage has been announced, the matter is settled. Cousin, you should drink less; alcohol is harmful to the body."
Xuan Chen is not the spirited figure Shen Hua remembers; he is now utterly dejected.
A mocking smile plays on his lips.
"The official? Truly, their reach is everywhere."
"That year with a single imperial edict, the Xuan Residence dared not defy and had no choice but to force my aunt to marry into the Marquis Yangling Mansion. And now, with another edict, I'm to marry the daughter of Prince Guo."
What can the Xuan Family do?
