Yan Qing struggled.
In all of his plans for life, he had never considered a wife, let alone children. In the repeated playthroughs of his life, those two 'species' were absent.
He looked at Ling Hua with annoyance, and suddenly thought this fiancee of his was too troublesome. Could he just not have her?
Ling Hua noticed the struggle in his expression, grabbed his arm firmly, and spoke with utmost seriousness, "Yan Qing, one must not go back on their word. You've eaten deer meat, taken Jade Clear Pills, Resurrecting Soul Pills, drunk Begonia Brew, and Fleeting Life Brew; you're wearing the Heavenly Cloud Brocade I made for you, and also the Moonlight Color Fabric I put in the cabinet at your manor..."
"Enough already." Yan Qing interrupted her, looking at her askance, "You don't need to remind me of the saying, 'One who has taken must concede.'
