"Xiao Chen has come to the Ye Mansion several times, but you refuse to see him. The wedding date was decided a long time ago, it's set for April 18th. You have been saying you don't want to get married; the last time I mentioned it, you lost your temper."
It was between 9 to 11 in the morning.
The weather was clear, and the bright sunlight streamed through the open lattice window, shining on the legs of the ornate mahogany table near the window.
Ye Zhi was facing the sunlight, clearly seeing the hidden tears in her mother's eyes, feeling a slight tremor in her heart. Her food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all arranged by the Ye Mansion. Her meals were exquisite, her clothes were silk and satin; even now, her mother was so emotional about her marriage, yet she still wanted to run away from home. Was she being too unfilial?
Forget it, forget it; I'll obediently marry the Little Traitor.
She said solemnly, "I will abide by Mother's arrangements."
