"That isn't necessarily true. He's only at the first level of the Immortal Lord Realm."
The boy's face surfaced in Madam Su's mind, along with his manner, neither servile nor overbearing. She gave a soft huff.
Su Zhenyuan looked somewhat surprised and asked, "What is his soul lifespan?"
"Well..."
Madam Su had overlooked that. She had originally arranged for the boy to visit Jingwei Hall precisely to measure his soul lifespan, but the impression he had subsequently left on her had made her feel there was no need to test him.
"Even if his soul lifespan is only a thousand years and his aptitude is outstanding, he would barely be an acceptable match for those three girls."
Madam Su sounded slightly displeased.
Seeing his wife's playful little pout, tenderness welled up in Su Zhenyuan's eyes, and he drew her into his arms.
They had been married for tens of thousands of years, yet their affection remained exceptionally deep. Although Madam Su had borne him a son and a daughter, in his presence, her temperament remained just as it had been when they first met. Beneath her dignity and poise, she still retained that playful innocence he adored.
"From what you're saying, he hasn't been tested? In that case, why not measure it first? Whatever else may be true, someone an Emperor Lord bestowed a Betrothal Document upon cannot be ordinary. Besides, this is a promise left by our ancestor. As his descendants, we ought to honor it."
"All right."
Since her husband had put it that way, Madam Su could only agree.
After returning to the palace hall, Madam Su received a message from Yaoqin and immediately summoned her.
Yaoqin entered the Main Hall. Seeing that the Family Head, Su Zhenyuan, had also returned, she froze briefly before hurriedly