"This Su Luo, she's all about leniency, but that boy Shen Cong has some sense! At least he knew enough to ask for my permission first!"
When Shen Cong came out of the Imperial Study Room, it was still bright outside. The splendid sunset was spread all over the sky, so gorgeous it almost seemed surreal.
He took each step slowly, as if weighed down by lead.
Today, having spoken to Emperor Yue as he did, his marriage was finally arranged. Now, he could only marry Bai Lu.
Actually, it didn't matter whom he married, anyway. The two people he once wanted to marry, one didn't deserve him, and the other one he couldn't have.
Since he was fourteen years old, he had been independently managing distant businesses.
He did the hardest, most tiresome, least profitable work, but he always felt a fire in his heart, believing he would make something of himself someday and show Shen Cheng that he was the most suitable heir for the Shen Family.
