The originally noisy hall suddenly became silent.
Shen Yinning curved her phoenix eyes, observing Xue Qingqing with great interest.
It was remarkable how Mianmian always claimed her second sister was timid, yet she seemed like a particularly courageous young lady.
Madam Xue's face flushed and she was the first to scold, "Qingqing, this is a joyous occasion! What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Mrs. Qin's eyes flashed with venom and gloom, but her face maintained a cheerful smile: "Qingqing, is it that Erlang bullied you? Speak to me, and I'll teach him a lesson!"
Shen Xinglei looked completely devastated and sorrowful: "Miss Qingqing, I've treated you like a treasure these days—cared for you like you'd dissolve in my mouth, and cradled you so carefully in my palms. Why won't you marry me?"
Everyone looked at Xue Qingqing.
No one could comprehend why Xue Qingqing refused to marry Shen Xinglei—such an honest, good-natured young general with promising prospects.
