"Chu Yi, I'm actually quite happy to have you for this. Look at Jiu, she is pretty and has a good body. She's also not your usual fragile maiden. She is good on the battlefield and is a good cook. It would be a blessing for you to be able to marry her," Zhao Qian placed his cup down and said seriously to Chu Yi.
Cough! Chu Yi choked.
He looked at Zhao Qian, unable to find the right words to say. "It's one thing for you to say that Jiu is good on the battlefield, but to claim that she is a good cook? You shouldn't be spitting lies all over the place even if you're anxious to find Jiu a husband."
Zhao Qian replied indignantly, "She might not know how to cook now, but she can learn it once she gets married, right?"
Chu Yi decided to ignore him.
Even if he wanted to marry someone, he had never thought about marrying a tomboy. He was not that desperate.
