Qing Chen watched Dongfang Ming leave. The hall doors closed soundlessly, cutting off the inside from the outside, and his gaze darkened.
Dongfang Ming's earlier words about "supporting the Iron Household in the Northern Border" had reminded him of certain things.
According to the original plan, once Qiongzhou's traitors had been purged and the situation had stabilized somewhat, it should have been time to arrange his marriage alliance with the Iron Household.
The ceremony certainly would not have been modest. After all, she was a daughter of the main line. The Iron Household needed to show how much it valued its own, and Qing Chen also needed the ceremony to further cement his status as its son-in-law.
However.
A faint smile touched Qing Chen's lips.
The Golden Tent Khanate had refused to cooperate. The Wang Tribes' iron cavalry had swept south, suddenly setting the Northern Border ablaze with beacon fires.
The Iron Household's foundations lay in the north. At a time like this, the vast majority of its strength, resources, and even attention would inevitably be committed to the battlefield at Frost-Extinguishing Pass.
A prospective son-in-law at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, far away in the Southern Borderlands? Insignificant by comparison.
Qing Chen had not brought it up himself, either.
A postponement had therefore been inevitable.
That was precisely why Qing Chen had been able to remain in seclusion for over thirty years.
Deep in his heart, he had even felt a trace of relief.
A postponement was good.
He clenched his fist, feeling the savage aura and yearning of the Blood River God-Slaying Spear within his sea of qi.
If I had married twenty years ago, what would things be like now?
The Iron Household was being beaten back again and again in the Northern Border, losing soldiers