However, Lin Xiaosu said calmly, "Impersonating a suitor? Elder, that charge is simply baffling! A marriage proposal is merely a proposal until it is settled. Before an outstanding Qingqiu fairy, anyone in the world may seek her hand—why would anyone need to impersonate another? Faced with many suitors, should a noble princess not choose the finest among them? Would that not better display the lofty elegance of Qingqiu's Seventh Princess? Could it be that Elder believes your clan's Seventh Princess is unworthy of having the right to choose?"
It was a long speech.
Clearly layered.
Rigorous in logic, watertight without a single leak.
Once laid out plainly on the table, the outer elder was left speechless.
The Grand Elder's brows knotted tightly. The dozen-odd elders behind him all looked at one another.
No matter how one looked at it, his words made sense.
As a great clan with a daughter, were they truly afraid of having too many suitors?
Wouldn't more suitors only make their daughter seem all the more high-class, grand, and refined?
And that final sentence struck straight at the heart of the matter: was their Seventh Princess worthy of having the right to choose or not?
Even if the Seventh Princess truly had no right to choose, would any of the elders dare admit it?
Whoosh!
A figure suddenly darted out.
She was a beautiful young woman in a long gown trailing along the floor.
Her skin was soft and fair, her expression adorably innocent, and her figure incomparably lively. A faint blush touched her pointed chin, and her two cute little pointed ears were flushed red as well.
"Seventh Princess!" The Grand Elder's face sank. "Go back first!"
Qingqiu prized elegance and propriety above all else. At a marriage proposal, how could she, the very object