Ying Chuan's face changed, involuntarily shrinking back behind the Elder of the Ying Family.
This made the Elder's discontent grow even stronger. He took a step forward, blocking Ying Chuan, and said to Mu Qingge, "City Lord Mu! The matter of you cutting out our Second Young Master's tongue has already been personally dealt with by the Young Master, and we naturally will not pursue it further. Now, why bring it up again and insult our Second Young Master? Besides, whatever grudge you had with our Second Young Master, he has let it go and sincerely seeks to marry Miss Xuewu. If you press so forcefully, it seems somewhat inappropriate!"
The Elder of the Ying Family spoke with confidence, feeling that Mu Qingge was being extremely impolite by bursting in, while they had shown great tolerance, already giving much face.
Mu Qingge's lips curled into a smile, with a hint of coldness. "By your words, I should be grateful that you've come to propose?"
