The head of the Meng Family arrived, then left a whole crowd of people with their jaws on the floor.
Lin Ke even sensed that Li Chungang's great Confucian literary heart beside him had begun to thunder, and blood had started dripping from his hands.
By the time the Meng Family head finished speaking, Li Chungang's great Confucian literary heart nearly stopped beating and exploded on the spot.
What the hell was this?!
Lin Ke was stunned too, and he involuntarily lowered the Bamboo Staff he had been gripping so tightly.
What kind of plot twist was this?
He had never seen this in the novels he used to read!
Wasn't the Meng Family head supposed to punish him, prompting him to fight back with everything he had and recite poetry that would endure through the ages?
How-how had this suddenly turned into offering him a daughter?
"Young friend Lin Ke, my ancestor once said that his Sacred Path had an excess of force and ferocity and was not entirely correct. If someone in a later generation could complete it, that person should be treated with courtesy."
The Meng Family head had rather small eyes and a stern, staid face, but his voice was exceedingly gentle and kind:
"I once swore that whoever advanced my ancestor's Sacred Path would receive my youngest daughter's hand in marriage."
At those words, everyone's expressions turned peculiar.
What kind of damned logic was that?!
Who swore an oath on their daughter?!
Your poor daughter, seriously!
Still, nobody present said anything.
Marriage followed the parents' commands and the matchmaker's word.
There was no such thing as freely choosing whom to love. Where would all that freedom come from? What mattered more was a match between families of equal standing.
But before Lin Ke could say