The young general, who had swept across the battlefield with thousands of cavalry and had never blushed, stood in front of Wu Jinyan with a sincere face. His face was red, and many women were jealous of Wu Jinyan.
Wu Jinyan pursed her lips tightly, but her heart was already so excited that it was about to burst out of her chest.
She slowly curled her lips, and her voice trembled slightly. "I... I am willing!"
The matchmaker smiled and distributed red packets to everyone present. Countless congratulatory voices rang out in the hall.
Su Hao held the golden saber in front of Wu Jinyan. "This is an item passed down from the Su family to the future generations. Grandpa ordered me to give it to you."
Wu Jinyan received it solemnly and held it carefully in her hand. "Old General was kind, and I would treasure it."
