At Youhuang Peak.
Inside a simple bamboo building, Chu Lingxiao sat by the window in a dark-green fitted outfit, cutting a dashing figure as she savored fine wine.
"Qianqian, kill your husband to offer sacrifice to the Dao—hehe, those were your words!"
Her voice had a metallic texture, ringing and blunt.
Li Qianqian hung her head and pouted. "Grandmother, I don't like Wang Qisheng!"
"I know!"
"Then why does Grandmother still want me to marry him?"
"Because it benefits the Li family!"
"But I don't like him!" Li Qianqian said stubbornly.
Chu Lingxiao gazed faintly at the bamboo forest outside. "Back then, I didn't like your grandfather either! Until the day he died, I never liked your grandfather!"
"Ah!" Li Qianqian raised her head in astonishment.
"Hehe, no one cares whether you like him or not. Even I, your grandmother, don't care!" Chu Lingxiao said in an even tone.
Li Qianqian's face turned pale. If even Grandmother would not support her, then she truly had no way out.
"Grandmother!"
"If you want to kill your husband to offer sacrifice to the Dao, then kill him! Your parents will decide this matter."
Li Qianqian's lashes trembled slightly. Tears spun in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
"It's no use coming to me. I will not interfere in this matter!"
Chu Lingxiao was still gazing out the window. She did not look at Li Qianqian, because she understood this stubborn granddaughter of hers.
Li Qianqian's marriage was not hers to decide, but after she learned of it, she had not objected either.
Such things were extremely common, whether within the Xuanqing Sect or among the other families of the Lingxiu Sea.
The command of parents, the word of matchmakers—who would care about the thoughts of the people involved?