After all, "Miss Dong of the Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace" could be someone else.
A moment's petty-mindedness, to avoid all subsequent even minor possible troubles, isn't a bad strategy at all!
Dong Pingjiang beside him started to chime in, "The betrothal just took place, it's truly a match made in heaven. But to talk about forming a lifelong union and hearts tied together might still be a bit premature. For now, we can only say that an engagement has been set."
The crowd joined in with a jest, "This old guy is starting to strut. An engagement and a marriage, isn't it all just a formality!"
Yellow Wind continued with the jest, "Oh, what's this? Then may I ask, is there a parental decree, is there a matchmaker's word? If not, I can play matchmaker just fine."
The crowd teased, "Even if Old Yellow can't do it, I can step in!"
Qing Ming the Great looked sideways and said, "With me here, why would it be your turn?"
The crowd promptly went, "Shhh..."
