"I don't have anything to consider," said Yan Chu, his lips pursed, rebelliousness unbridled on his handsome face, "I've said it long ago, I'm not getting married."
Yan Tianyan frowned, "Not getting married? You've known the Yan Family's ancestral teachings since day one, and in a few months, you'll be 25. If you still don't get married by then, even father won't be able to save you—those elders will take you to the deep mountains' Gu Cellar, where you'll have to stay for ten years."
"Marrying a woman I don't like is something I can't do," Yan Chu said coldly, "so I'm not going to marry just for the sake of marrying. If the elders want to come and take me, then let them come. After all,"
He looked up at him, a mocking smile on his lips, "I'm not the child of you and the woman you love, so even if I die in the Gu Cellar, there's no need for you to be too upset, is there? After all, when mother died, not a single tear fell from your eyes—"
The words fell.
