On their way home, Su Xingze did not share Su Rong's immediate acceptance. Instead, he questioned whether Ye Guixue was truly a person of integrity. However, he understood that if Nanchu King had selected Ye Guixue at the age of thirteen and only summoned him five years later, it must have been after stringent tests, deeming him extremely trustworthy.
Su Rong nodded, "He has no sisters or childhood sweethearts to cause a distraction, he has always maintained a pure and upright life."
Su Xingze nodded, "That's fine."
If Ye Guixue was beyond reproach, and his betrothal gifts were the control of a hundred thousand soldiers and tiger talisman, such a large outlay meant that no matter his social status, his origin, or his character, Su Rong could not feel aggrieved, leaving him nothing to say.
He glanced at Su Rong's head, "Did you give him the hairpin as a token?"
