"Wife, you're really beautiful!"
Tiger praised, staring fixedly and foolishly.
The bride lowered her head and smiled charmingly.
"My name is Qin Huarong, my father also used to be an official!"
"You..."
"You're good-looking too!"
Her cheeks heated up, and her palms were sweaty.
Qin Huarong's father once served as an official in the Ministry of War, although his rank was small, he still came from a decent family.
Pairing her with Tiger, who was illiterate and only knew how to dance with sticks, seemed fitting.
Since childhood, she watched her father wield a broadsword in the yard, exuding power and awe, which gave her a great sense of security and deep admiration.
Silently in her heart, she vowed to marry a man like her father one day.
That kind of commanding presence, that heroic spirit enamored her, made her want to melt into the gentlest stream and flow into the hero's arms.
Unfortunately, fate played its tricks.
