Yan Huan is most afraid of Feng Yuzhi's tears. Seeing her cry, Yan Huan hurriedly comforted her, "What strange illness do I have? At worst, I'll never leave Nancheng in my life! Don't cry, it's not your fault! Not your fault!"
"You're driving me to distraction, mom! I can't rest in peace until your marriage is settled."
"Mom, stop talking about life and death all day long. I promise I'll resolve it quickly, okay?"
"Okay. Then find time for a date with Ji Chuan."
"Okay, okay, okay! I promise, alright?"
"I don't believe you." Feng Yuzhi had been tricked by this daughter so many times that she was already half-skeptical of her words.
"Then what do you want me to do? Do I have to write a military pledge?" Yan Huan said helplessly.
"No need. I have my ways to deal with you." Feng Yuzhi puffed out her chest, brimming with confidence.
