"Thus, how the Patriarch makes decisions depends on the interests of the Yichuan Clan." The old man said, closing his eyes and waving his hand.
Seeing his gesture, the surrounding mansion guards immediately understood and orderly left the hall, including the guards holding Yishan. The entire hall was left with only four people.
Then the old man stopped talking to the children and looked at the two people, asking, "Yue'er, when did you start?"
"O-One year ago..." Yichuan Yue said timidly.
"You were only eighteen then..." The old man sighed deeply.
He continued to ask, "Do you truly love him, or are you deceived by him?"
"I, I am not deceived," Yichuan Yue said excitedly, "Father, you know I have listened to you since I was a child, I read and write, and excel in literature. I know what I am doing; I truly like Yishan."
"What do you like about him?" the old man closed his eyes.
"I like his unwavering companionship..."
