"The Family Head is the Great Divination Master of the Sikong Family; how could he marry a commoner girl? You really think too highly of yourself."
"Allowing you to freely choose among the clan’s sons already gives you imnse face, but to set your sights on the Family Head is simply outrageous."
"You don’t even look in a mirror to see your own worth, yet you still dream of a toad eating swan at."
What swan? More like a black duck, with a heart, liver, and lungs all black; Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.
"How can a young girl’s face be so thick? Saying things like this is simply senseless."
"Do you think the gentlen in our clan are like cabbages? I see you don’t match with any of them."
The overwhelming insults followed one after another; the dignified elders just now all began spouting flowery language, venting themselves in the great hall.
Cheng Xiaoxiao seed to have stirred up a colossal hornet’s nest; the scene was filled with noisy allegations.
This is exactly the effect she wanted—the more indignant and furious they beca, the better, to pave the way for her next words.
Unfortunately, soone was a step ahead of her.
"Alright!"
Just two simple words, yet the voice was cold as a deep spring, floating enchantingly into everyone’s ears.
Everyone present turned their gaze to him.
Sikong Yinlong wore a captivating smile, his eyes sparkling beautifully; he casually set down his teacup, adopting an even lazier posture. With one hand supporting his forehead and the other twirling a lock of his falling hair, he lounged diagonally on a fox fur blanket, tall, slender, graceful, a perfect picture of a beauty reclining on a couch.
What do you an "alright"?
Could it be her ears were deceiving her?
The elders, who reacted first, hurriedly advised against it.
"Family Head, you mustn’t."
"The Family Head is precious; you mustn’t act impulsively! Miss Cheng is truly not the best choice."
"Indeed, the Sikong clan’s matriarch should embody elegance, beauty, and virtue, standing united with the Family Head, complenting each other; how could you marry a rough country girl?"
Now it was Cheng Xiaoxiao’s turn to watch the show; the old tirs cared so much about their Family Head’s marriage, which was quite amusing.
However, hearing the words "rough country girl," she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
When she noticed the disapproving stares directed at her.
She kindly explained, "That’s right, I am indeed a rough country girl, as genuine as it gets."
These folks were so determined to dispel their Family Head’s thoughts, unreservedly belittling her; they were really putting in the effort.
The elders didn’t have ti to reckon with Cheng Xiaoxiao; they continued to persuade Sikong Yinlong, prepared to wear their lips out if necessary.
The person at the center of the conversation seed indifferent.
In a languid voice, his decision was final, "My mind is made up!"
The elders were dumbstruck; the Family Head usually seed easygoing, but once he made a decision, nobody could change it.
Anyone who dared to speak out would surely pay a bloody price.
How could this happen? This...was not what they wished for!
Sikong Yinlong successfully observed the little wildcat’s change of expression, feeling quite pleased.
"Miss Cheng, how do you like this decision of mine?"
"Not so much."
The old ones causing trouble, the young ones at it too; did they really think she was a soft target that could be manipulated at will?
"Oh, so Miss Cheng is reneging, unwilling now."
Sikong Yinlong teasingly fixed his gaze on her, waiting to see how the little wildcat would back down.
Cheng Xiaoxiao furrowed her pretty brows, looking conflicted, "It’s not that I’m reneging. However, quite a few handso gentlen are interested in marrying , so I’ve set so standards."
"Go on, let’s hear them." Sikong Yinlong was intrigued; what tricks was the little wildcat up to now?
"First, my husband must be good-looking, like a breathtaking beauty, and in this regard, Family Head Sikong barely makes the cut."
Everyone in the hall looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao like she was a fool, thinking she had eye problems.
How could the Family Head’s remarkable elegance be belittled by her like this?
Soone imdiately wanted to stand up and refute.
That person hadn’t spoken yet when Sikong Yinlong stopped him.
"The first point is quite good; go on."
Well, a re "barely makes the cut," the little wildcat’s words successfully amused and annoyed him.
If soone like him only "barely made the cut," then what kind of person would qualify as truly good-looking, absolutely beautiful?
Of course, the previous complints about the Sikong clan’s fine young n were re lip service, words that didn’t carry weight.
Did the little wildcat’s standards reach such heights?
Could there really be a man in this world more attractive than him?
She then held up two fingers and continued, "Second, I don’t like using things that others have used; my husband must be clean and pure.
After marriage, no concubines allowed, and certainly no chamber maids; it’s one life, one pair for eternity. To avoid unnecessary troubles, we can draft a docunt before marriage, and after marriage, regardless of the husband or wife, must obey. If this agreent is breached, either party can unilaterally propose separation, with future remarriage permitted, without any interference from the other."
"Utter nonsense."
"Simply senseless; where did this wild girl co from, demanding the Family Head not have concubines, not have chamber maids, and even proposing unilateral separation, wanting future remarriage? It’s simply... it’s simply absurd."
"Historically, won have seen their husbands as their heavens, their sons as their pride, marrying and following their husbands, upon his death following their sons. Where did a young girl learn such arrogant fallacies, devoid of etiquette and education?"
So elders were so furious they were blowing their beards and glaring, so wished they could tear apart her impudent mouth.
"Didn’t the elders just call a rough country girl?"
"I admit it, so isn’t it obvious that I lack education? In a rural place, where even food is scarce, what education could be learned? Moreover, as a child, I lost my mother, had no one to teach , it really isn’t my fault."
Cheng Xiaoxiao used the elders’ previous derogatory words to counter them, successfully leaving them speechless.
After a good while, they finally recovered.
And then continued spraying, Cheng Xiaoxiao engaging in a war of words single-handedly, unfazed.
Two more monts passed, seeing no one further objecting, she looked at Sikong Yinlong again; he wore a teasing expression, not intending to say anything, so she continued, holding up three fingers.
"Third, I’m not a delicate flower, won’t abide by the Three Obediences and Four Virtues; don’t know won’s work and precepts; can’t sew clothes or cook.
I have many matters to attend to; a whole city of people is waiting to feed , so I won’t stay at ho being a wife and mother. I have work to complete, a career to develop, so don’t use the ’not showing my face’ practice to constrain . Of course, the husband can do as he wishes too, no interference. Also, when we have children, the first child’s surna follows the husband’s, the second child’s follows mine, Cheng."
Modern won are just so confident; these standards, in a technologically advanced future, are perfectly normal.
If placed in ancient tis, she’d likely be called crazy, spat upon until she drowned in saliva.
Indeed, upon hearing this, all the elders wore a scowling expression, completely unable to listen any further.
Worldviews shattered... totally shattered!
Those trembling hands, those flushed faces, those feet itching to kick.
Each face full of brilliant expressions.
They illustrated their incomparable frustration at this mont, as if they were about to cough up blood in the next second.
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