Uncle Meng stood at the railing on the second floor, looking at the crowd of enthusiastic young talents, hesitating to strike the copper gong.
Someone started to jeer.
"The auspicious time has come, please bring the third miss out!"
"Yes! We've waited so long, it's time for the bride to come out!"
"What bride, it's not even close!"
Uncle Meng cleared his throat and said seriously, "Ladies and gentlemen, before we toss the embroidered ball to select a husband, I want to confirm one last time: Are you all unmarried, or have no wives or concubines at home? If you do, even if you catch the embroidered ball, it won't be counted."
"Understood, understood!"
Someone urged, while someone felt guilty.
Lu Yuan glanced at Amushan.
Amushan snorted coldly, disregarding such trivial rules.
He domineeringly stared at the screen on the second floor, with a naked gaze that seemed to possess whomever was behind the screen.
Lu Yuan's eyes flashed with a murderous intent.
