The matchmaker didn't dare to say another word, cursing inwardly that if not for the generous reward offered by the Prime Minister's residence, coupled with her inability to refuse, she really wouldn't have wanted to take on this errand.
Pity this delicate beauty who, upon entering the Prime Minister's residence, would probably be skinned alive.
"Come, Miss," she said.
She took out the wedding ribbon, handing one end to Qin Yu. Qin Yu, sticking to her character, did not reach out to take it immediately.
Wasn't this seeking death?
