"Duan Gujin, come out! Open the door quickly! I need to speak with you!"
By the fifth day, Duan Gujin still hadn't stepped out from his room when he suddenly heard a thunderous roar outside.
He frowned and listened intently.
After a while, he recognized the voice as Shang Yumin's.
Thus, he had no choice but to open the door.
"Duan Gujin, what terrible advice did you give! To make me marry someone! Look at this, what is this?"
Duan Gujin looked up to see Shang Yumin's face frosted over, her right hand holding a Sharp Sword, and in her left, a white paper.
Seeing the frustrated Shang Yumin, Duan Gujin's face filled with helplessness, he bitterly smiled and said: "Miss Shang, the Palace Master asked for my counsel so I suggested the very cliché Martial Arts Competition for marriage; you must understand, it's only a strategy!"
