Hui Ying Au's Broken Memory in the Past
The homestead of the Bureaucrat, my father, who stayed in the village of Weiyuan, had been busy for five straight days, exchanging ingots and transferring the routes of the delivered goods from the boats since my random marriage had been announced.
Let's include the part where important visitors expected more gifts from my groom, as I heard from the entrance guards announcing the arrival of a dignitary.
Their voice was loud, so they wanted me to listen to them.
Sometimes I even asked my father when he was still less busy that whoever passes to be my groom shall not be cleared nor allowed to love me when they are not enough to prove their worth in front of me, and my future husband should stay loyal and humble.
