What were you thinking?
It was like two children from families worth millions discussing marriage. You were the man, and the other side was the woman—an only child, at that. Now, the woman's elders asked you for a bride price of fifty thousand. As long as you paid it, they could guarantee that after the marriage, all of their family assets would be yours, and the elders would fully support your career.
Yet as the person involved, the direct heir of the man's family and the clan head's own grandson, you replied in front of the woman's elders that you didn't dare make the decision yourself.
You had to ask your parents first!?
Damn it, you were the direct heir of the clan, the future clan head, and already an adult. You couldn't even make the call on fifty thousand? With so little decisiveness, how could the woman's elders possibly feel at ease handing their granddaughter over to you?
And asking your parents would have been one thing, but you were even planning to ask by letter?
This world didn't have long-distance telephones where you could discuss things in detail, explain the situation clearly, and argue your case. The woman's elders had said at least fifty thousand, and they had even made it clear that the money was for treating your future wife. Had you not thought of fighting for a little more for her, to raise the chances of curing her? Never mind how long it would take for a letter to go back and forth—your attitude alone had already hit rock bottom.
If you asked your elders while you yourself weren't even there, wasn't that the same as handing your future wife's life over for someone else to decide? What if the elders back home refused?
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