Old Yuan looked at his excited eldest grandson and sighed again, saying, "Yes, you're not just aiming high, you've taken a liking to the eldest daughter of the Sheng Family!"
"But, have you thought it through?"
"Do you deserve it?"
"No matter how she's been neglected, she is still the legitimate daughter of a noble family. Her father and stepmother, no matter how they disregard her, would never let her marry down into a mud-legged family like ours!"
"It's not humiliating her; it's an insult to their family name!"
"Your little schemes are clear as day to them."
"Who would believe you're not aiming high?"
"You believe it yourself, but if others don't, then it's nonsense!"
Old Yuan had always thought Yuan Shougui, his eldest grandson, was clever, and he once held high hopes for him. But who would have thought Yuan Shougui fell for Sheng Xueyi, brought to his knees by her charm.
Is this a case of a hero unable to resist a beauty?
Certainly not!
Because Yuan Shougui is no hero.
