"A marriage? Whose marriage?" Duan Ling asked, staring at him in astonishment, thinking he must have misheard.
"My own, of course," Lu Zhan said calmly.
Duan Ling was taken aback, as if he'd just heard the most outlandish news. "But I thought you weren't ever getting married?"
"Well, now I do," Lu Zhan stated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Duan Ling was dumbfounded.
Seeing the persistent smile on his friend's face, he grew suspicious. 'Why does Old Lu look so… giddy?'
'What happened to staying away from women and living an ascetic life?'
The more he thought about it, the more something felt off.
Besides, if Old Lu was willing to marry, Lady Lu would be so overjoyed she'd probably wake up laughing from her dreams. Why would he need to arrange the marriage himself?
'Could it be that Old Lu has his heart set on someone?'
At this realization, Duan Ling's eyes widened in bewilderment.
