"General, your generosity is etched in our hearts, but such fortune is one we can't afford to take…"
"General, you may not know, but I have been ill since childhood, weak in constitution, and quite unable to marry and have children. I truly cannot delay your daughter's lifelong happiness!"
"Yes, yes, your daughter is of noble spirit and wealth. The three of us come from humble backgrounds, ill-matched, and unworthy. We ask the General to retract his command…"
After a brief stupor, Tang Shaoqin, Chi Bin, and Chi Hao all shook to their senses, instinctively exchanged a glance, and without daring to delay, they clasped their fists and bowed deeply, forcing smiles more pained than tears, gently refusing.
Today was truly unlucky; they almost got inexplicably dragged into being scapegoats. These three spoke humbly, but inwardly had already cursed Meng Lang's ancestors eighteen generations back.
