"Is there a problem? Eleven years old is already a grown-up. Besides, her family has already accepted my betrothal gift," Meng Zhi said.
"Accept the betrothal gift? Did she accept it willingly, or did you force the gift on her?" Ning Yue asked coldly.
"No matter what, they've accepted it. Since they've accepted it, don't think about going back on their word!" Meng Zhi said righteously.
"Looks like you're really stubborn. Do you know that the law stipulates that women can only get married when they're 12 years old?" Ning Yue asked.
"So what? My father is the governor. Who dares to say anything bad about me? Besides, there's only a year difference between 11 and 12," Meng Zhi said indifferently.
"Aren't you afraid of killing your father?" Ning Yue asked.
"Even the current emperor has to give in to my father. Who do you think you are?"
It seemed that this person would not shed tears until he saw the coffin.
