His Majesty had proclaimed that if either she and Long Xuan could not find a person they fancied, his words would not be counted and they would still need to get married when the time came.
Now that a good match for Long Xuan had appeared, all she needed to do was to put in some effort to find the right man for her once Long Xuan and Yan Ruyu got together. That way, she would not have to marry Long Xuan, and he would have to marry her.
Just as Lin Qingyuan was happily dreaming about this, intense zither music playing came from the berth.
The sword in Yan Ruyu's hand was like a slithering snake as it danced about in her hand.
Her movements should have been rigid and sharp as she was wielding a sword, but her dance was soft and gentle, just like the adoring way she was looking at Long Xuan.
Lin Qingyuan watched with great interest. Even though Yan Ruyu's sword dance was lacking a dapper charm, it had its own unique attractiveness.
