Su Nanzhi hadn't dreamed in a long time; she felt a bit blurry, vaguely remembering the pains on her body and soul, yet they seemed to disappear in an instant.
When the pain vanished, she found herself in a pavilion that felt strangely familiar.
In soul form.
The architecture before her, though unfamiliar, carried a hint of déjà vu.
She felt a bit bewildered.
The next moment, she heard someone speaking.
"I heard the Phoenix Clan's princess came to marry the young master."
"A marriage alliance? What about the eldest son?" another voice chimed in, "Though the eldest son may be a bit frail, it's still improper for the younger brother to marry first while the elder is unwed."
The voice lowered a bit, "I heard from the stewardess that day the City Lord plans to find a girl from an ordinary family for the eldest son to wed first."
"..."
The bustling voices seemed to not find anything wrong.
And Su Nanzhi, through them, was already focusing her gaze on a distant pavilion.
