"Nephew, we just discussed it. You're not that young anymore—you should be thinking about getting married and having children, shouldn't you?"
Liu Yi froze for a moment. "Huh?"
"Don't be like that. After much deliberation, we decided to betroth Rongrong to you. What do you think?"
Looking at the gazes of those old fellows, Liu Yi turned to the bashful Ning Rongrong. At last, he understood why she had called him here—it was because of this.
If he had not been Chen Xin's nephew, he probably would not have been allowed to leave this room today.
Though somewhat angry, he still shook his head.
He was already married. Getting married again was not impossible, of course.
"What?" Sword Saint Chen Xin's expression changed slightly when he saw Liu Yi hesitating. "Do you know that Rongrong is the little princess of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? For the sake of marrying her to you, your uncle practically talked himself hoarse, yet you're still thinking about it?"
"But..."
"No buts. Pick a day and get married!"
Liu Yi hurriedly said, "Isn't this too absurd? Getting married so quickly wouldn't be good, would it?"
Chen Xin shot Liu Yi a glare. "What's not good about it? As your uncle, I have to put your lifelong happiness first. The wedding will be held on an auspicious day."
Liu Yi took a deep breath and nodded heavily, having no choice but to agree.
When Ning Rongrong saw Liu Yi agree, her little face turned even redder. She hurriedly ran out, looking as though she could not have been happier.
After Rongrong left, Liu Yi said, "Chen... Uncle, I think I'll still call you Sword Uncle."
"That's up to you. It's only a form of address. I don't care."
Sword Saint Chen Xin waved his