Consort Nian approached the matter cautiously and had never given her son a definite promise.
After all, the Nine Netherworlds Iron Household held a special position. Did her son want to marry Tie Qingyao because he liked her? Or did he want the Iron Household's power? What would outsiders think?
If he wanted to enter the struggle for the heirship, her son had little advantage or influence, and there was a strong chance his older brothers would toy with him until he died. Besides, his temperament was unsettled, making him an easy target for concerted attacks.
Later, Qing Chen's name appeared.
At first, Ji Chengjing had not taken the man seriously. He was merely a nobody from the Gouwu Sea.
In his eyes, the so-called Third-Class Azure Abyss Marquis and acting Qiongzhou Governor was nothing more than a crude demonic cultivator who had lucked into his titles.
As for military merit, Great Jin had never lacked it; as for Nascent Soul cultivators, the seven provinces of the Capital Region had even less shortage of those. What made a demonic cultivator who had fought his way out of the wilds overseas worthy of Tie Qingyao?
After all, Qing Chen's prestige back then had fallen far short of what it was today. Though he had potential, he had yet to truly catch the eye of the grandees of Great Jin's Central Authority.
Then the storm surrounding Qing Chen in Qiongzhou broke out, and he had even asked Sister Yuanyang to fan the flames—the fall of Blackstone County, the attack on White River County, the Imperial Envoy's unknown fate, and the border troubles in the Southern Borderlands had shaken Capital City.
Later, the Iron Household became entangled in the war in the Northern Border, and with no sign of a wedding date, hope