"Head of the Wang Family, come out and see me."
Suddenly, a voice rang out across the heavens.
Hearing that voice, the old man who had been bowing and scraping before Ye Lin's expression changed slightly.
"It's people from the Liu Family."
"Let's go take a look."
Ye Lin set down his teacup and, with his hands clasped behind his back, followed behind the head of the Wang Family.
Stepping out of the main hall, Ye Lin looked up.
The clouds and mist in the sky had been swept away, replaced by an endless expanse of red.
One red carriage after another filled the sky. Countless figures stood on either side of the carriages, every one of them a woman clad in red robes.
At the very front, an old man stared smilingly at the head of the Wang Family before Ye Lin.
"Old Wang, we agreed on it—the bride would be fetched today."
"This time, I've even brought the betrothal gifts. Where might Miss Wang Qingyu be?"
The old man above asked with a smile.
Yet beneath that smile lurked a trace of lewdness.
The head of the Wang Family said nothing, merely turning to look at Ye Lin.
"Bring your granddaughter over."
"I'll accompany your granddaughter on this trip."
Seeing the pleading look in the Wang Family head's eyes, Ye Lin spoke.
"Yes, my lord."
At those words, the head of the Wang Family beamed with joy.
A moment later, a woman about the same height as Ye Lin slowly approached. She wore a flowing purple dress, her figure alluring and her features exquisitely beautiful.
There was a smile on her face.
It was no ordinary smile, but one that could bring peace to the heart.
"Grandfather."
Wang Qingyu came before the head of the Wang Family, bent