"It seems you intend to force this marriage upon me," Gu Lan said in a low voice.
"This... the Young Master's great joy is a matter worthy of celebration. Our house congratulates you, Young Master, and will return to report," Little Xu said with a trembling voice.
The next moment, Gu Lan stepped forward, grabbing Little Xu by the collar, pressing the hilt of a sword against his chest, lowering his voice even further, he asked, "How soon is 'as soon as possible'?"
In the dead of winter, sweat appeared on Little Xu's forehead. He replied nervously, "Naturally, the sooner the better. My... my servant has heard that the third day of next month is an exceptionally auspicious day."
The third day of next month was only seven days away from today.
Even rushing for a funeral wouldn't be this urgent.
