In the thick night fog, the lights of Mingbo Pavilion were bright.
Ever since Ao Qi was promoted to lead the Red Armor Army as a General, he had been living here.
Before Pei Jue arrived, Ao Qi had already been kneeling under the chilling eaves for a full hour, and all the servants, guards, and attendants of the mansion had withdrawn to the outer courtyard.
Ao Zheng, regardless of his dignity, kept complaining to Pei Jue.
"I've spoken and scolded, and I've explained all the reasoning, but he won't listen and insists on cancelling the engagement."
Ao Zheng was so angry that his hair was nearly turning white.
"When we were married back then, where was the possibility to choose? It was simply the command of our parents and the arrangement of the matchmakers. Whatever our parents said to marry, we would marry, without the younger generation having a say in the matter."
Ao Qi knelt on the ground, his back straight as a rod.
