After the man had gone far away, the Ding Family Patriarch shot Ding Zhanyun a displeased glare and snapped,
"You girl, once you have a husband, you forget your maternal family. Don't you know how much it would benefit our Ding Family's development if we could forge ties with Prince Fu's Mansion?"
The Ding Family Patriarch was no masochist, nor was he some shameless sycophant. His willingness to offer up his daughter came from both public and private considerations.
From the public perspective, so long as they secured Beitang Shu, Prince Fu's Mansion's formidable strength and influence would be an immense help in raising the Ding Family's status and power. The mere title of imperial relatives would be worth the price.
From the private perspective, Ninth Prince Beitang Shu was neither decrepit nor cruel. On the contrary, he was a young hero, handsome in appearance and exceptional in character. A son-in-law like that was hard to find even with a lantern in hand. If a daughter were married to such a figure, even as a concubine, how bad could it be?
He was not pushing his daughter into a pit of fire. The Ding Family Patriarch had his own calculations.
To put it bluntly, there was a real example right before them.
Ding Zhanyun herself had been the daughter he, along with the Zhuo and Xun Families, had sent away for the sake of profit back then. The intended match had been Meng Zhao.
The Meng Zhao of that time had been vastly different from the Meng Zhao of today, but the facts proved that his choice had not been wrong.
Not only had Ding Zhanyun never regretted marrying Meng Zhao as a concubine, she had instead given him her whole heart, running herself ragged for the Meng Family. That