Yu Lingshu had finally gotten her wish.
With her courage.
Everything had gone so smoothly it was almost unbelievable.
When Meng Zhi told her, she was already stunned senseless.
She did not fully understand, but she clearly knew that she seemed to have succeeded.
She was about to marry a great hero, a towering figure. This hero was still young and handsome, not to mention his cultivation and attainments.
That was only the most basic requirement.
At least at this moment, Yu Lingshu felt herself to be the luckiest person alive.
She secretly glanced at her elder sister's expression.
Yu Linglong's face was calm. Her beautiful features had not dimmed in the slightest, and she remained as indifferent as ever, as though this matter had never concerned her and should not have had anything to do with her.
The guilt in Yu Lingshu's heart immediately faded away, replaced by a rising sense of pride.
To be honest, when she did not see disappointment on her sister Yu Linglong's face, disappointment had arisen in her own heart—but it was soon washed clean by joy.
She no longer needed to wait, anxiously agonizing over whom she ought to marry.
Everything had finally settled into the dust.
Meng Zhi smiled and nodded slightly.
Yu Haofeng burst into hearty laughter, walked to Meng Zhi's side, took his hand, and patted it, his eyes brimming with admiration.
He was truly too satisfied with Meng Zhi—so satisfied that it was as if he were looking at his own successor. Yu Haofeng also had sons, but most of them amounted to nothing. That was why he needed to use marriage alliances to draw in other geniuses.
It was rare enough to encounter someone like Meng Zhi, who possessed both talent and discernment while also being so aware