Qian Yongqiang held Jiang Yihuan's hand: "Huan'er, you know how much I like you. If you marry me, I promise you won't suffer; you'll have good food and a comfortable life, with servants attending to you every day."
"I can't." Jiang Yihuan let go of Qian Yongqiang's hand. "Brother Qian, I can't marry you yet."
"Why?" Qian Yongqiang looked at her in sorrow.
"Because she's going to marry me." Xiao Yanci walked over, standing in front of Jiang Yihuan, looking at Qian Yongqiang with displeasure. "When I earn my title, I'll take her as my wife, and she'll become an official's wife. I'll earn a commendation for her, something you can't give her. What makes you think you can compete with me?"
Zhong Lanhua's eyes flickered.
At first, seeing so many betrothal gifts, she had been tempted. But now, Xiao Ci's words made her waver.
If Xiao Ci really earned a title, her daughter would become an official wife. Wouldn't that make them more distinguished than Zhang Zhaodi and her daughter?
