When Marquis Jianchi, Guo Huaisan, first saw Chu Zhiyuan, he didn't think much of him.
Chu Zhiyuan had a reserved demeanor, calm and gentle, without any obvious sharpness. But after just a few words, Guo's impression greatly changed.
He realized that this princely heir not only had an exceptionally high talent for cultivation but also was someone who didn't tolerate any nonsense, and he couldn't be treated the same as Chu Minghou.
His previously casual demeanor suddenly turned serious as he clasped his hands and said, "An honest man doesn't speak in riddles. To be frank, I haven't quite given up yet."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "The marquis might be disappointed. My little sister is still young; she's not ready for marriage in the next two or three years."
"Youth is not an issue. We can get engaged first and marry a few years later." Guo Huaisan chuckled, "Just like your engagement to the young lady from Duke An Mansion, wasn't it decided long before?"
