On this day, every noble household in Shangjing was in an uproar. Which legitimate daughter wasn't considered precious?
Raised with pampered care and boundless affection, their families all hoped to rely on them to forge powerful alliances through marriage.
But to their mothers, it was a completely different matter. These girls were their very own flesh and blood. How could they bear to watch them be sent away to their deaths?
Even Kuang Yunqiao, who had been confined to the Buddhist Hall, rushed out for the sake of her legitimate daughter.
"Marquis, we only have this one daughter. You cannot just watch her be sent away for a political marriage."
Bai Yugang was currently filled with irritation. Ever since that unfilial son of his married the legitimate daughter of the Southwest General, Deng Zhiyi, he had been forced to hand over what little military authority he had left.
As a Marquis in name only, how many people would still give him any face?
