Gu Chengyu put down the teacup and walked to the window. He and Yao Mengxian sat facing each other, giving an invisible pressure to the other person.
In ancient times, it was just like this; women were naturally at a disadvantage.
The women from aristocratic families rarely saw men from outside. For someone like him, who was still somewhat a familiar stranger to be so close, it would be difficult for her to express any objection.
"I heard from my maternal grandfather that Mr. Gu agreed, so I want to make something clear to Mr. Gu. It's rare for marriage to be based on mutual affection, but neither side should harbor any grudges. Otherwise, how could two people live their days together if they're just putting on a show?"
Yao Mengxian's voice was somewhat wavering, but Gu Chengyu understood her meaning.
Was she saying that he was being forced by his teacher to marry her, that a thorn was stuck in his heart, and he would regret it in the future?
