Upon hearing Ling Tianyu's words, Sima Hui's expression froze for a moment. Could it be that he had to directly ask the Emperor?
So many clans were unaware of it; it was evident that this temple fair was not simple and something must be amiss.
"There are two ways to find out the answer now," Ling Tianyu said. "One, either you ask your Emperor, or two, you seek the Ancient Book. But this is like searching for a needle in a haystack, very troublesome."
"So you must choose," he concluded.
Ling Tianyu gave them a choice directly. Neither option was a good one; that much was certain.
Now it was up to the Sima Family to make a decision.
"Senior, neither of these choices is particularly good," Consort Shu said, troubled.
Ling Tianyu chuckled and said, "So you must choose."
Consort Shu looked at Ling Tianyu, considering how to decide. Holding the wedding on the day of the temple fair was certainly an audacious choice, almost laughable.
