"Absolutely not! Unless I'm dead, I will never allow Zhen'er to suffer any grievance."
In the Hall of the Supreme Sickle, a sharp-featured middle-aged woman in a palace gown angrily complained to her husband, "You heartless man, I Sili Junyan must have been blind to marry such a useless man as you. My daughter will marry a perfect husband and never fight with other women for a man!"
At this moment, she held a beautiful young girl in her arms. The girl's face bore a hint of arrogance, her almond-shaped eyes glaring angrily at her father.
With her mother's protection, Chen Zhen'er grew bold and coquettishly exclaimed, "Father, I won't marry! If you're going to marry someone, let the child of that lowly woman do it. In any case, I would rather die than become someone else's co-wife."
"Presumptuous!"
