"It's impossible," Xuanyuan Yu'er's face changed dramatically. "Grandpa, Yan Yiqiu and I are just friends. I have no romantic feelings for him, it's impossible for us to marry."
"Nonsense," Xuanyuan Madman said sternly. "Affection can be cultivated gradually. Look at your parents, aren't they also doing well? Their marriage began as a union between families, and you and Yiqiu have known each other for quite some time and have a certain emotional foundation. What are you worried about?
Yu'er, choosing Yiqiu is definitely the right decision."
"Grandpa, this is a different matter," Xuanyuan Yu'er said gravely. "I understand that you want to maximize the family's interests, but it absolutely cannot be at the sacrifice of me. I can't accept that. This approach won't work, you'd better clarify things with the Sword God to avoid bigger jokes or conflicts later. It would not be worth the loss," Xuanyuan Yu'er stated very rationally.
