In the end, it was Old Man Jian who spoke first. He put down the cup in his hand and asked seriously, "Are you telling the truth? Are you being sincere?"
Ming Zhiyan nodded his head solemnly. "If I'm lying to you, then may the heavens strike me with lightning."
Mother Jian's face was tense, and her mood was a little complicated. "You don't have to make such a vow. I know my daughter. She must like you, that's why she's with you. I don't know what you're thinking, but you're the Minister of Revenue and the Emperor's nephew. Do you really not care about what others thought of you? It's normal to be impulsive when you're young, thinking that love is more important than anything else. By the time the Emperor gives an order, or after a few years, wherever you go, people will look at you with strange eyes, living in the contempt of others all day long. At that time, you may regret today's decision. Love and love pass quickly, leaving only resentment."
