The White Demon

Ye Qingwan smiled slightly, with a confident and determined light in her eyes, "Grandmaster, you don't have to worry. Fate is destined by heaven, and I believe that God will arrange a suitable husband for me. Moreover, this way, we can avoid those cumbersome etiquette and rules. It is simple and direct."

After hearing this, the old ancestor was stunned. He didn't expect Ye Qingwan to have such a unique idea and was so determined.

“But…” The old ancestor was still a little worried.

"Old Ancestor, don't worry. I believe in fate and my own feelings. As long as that person treats me well, I will be satisfied. As for the rest, let fate decide."

The old ancestor looked at Ye Qingwan's determined and optimistic face, and the worries in his heart finally dissipated a little.

Perhaps, this girl will really bring unexpected results with her own opinions and courage.

"Okay, since you have made up your mind, just do it according to your idea. I will always be your backer and support you." The old ancestor finally gave in.

Ye Qingwan looked at the ancestor gratefully and held his hand tightly, "Thank you, Daddy. Qingwan will definitely not let you down..."

Lanyue Pavilion was originally one of the most secluded courtyards in the Duke's Mansion, but since the wall near the street market was opened up, it is directly adjacent to the bustling and noisy street market.

For a time, this once unknown corner is now bustling with people and bustling with activity.

As the news that Ye Qingwan was preparing to throw a bouquet to choose a husband spread like wildfire, Lanyue Pavilion quickly became the focus of the entire Kyoto.

People flocked to the streets, looking forward to witnessing this unique wedding feast with their own eyes.

Every day, Ye Qingwan would appear on the high attic on time, holding a brightly colored hydrangea in her hands, her beautiful eyes moving as she glanced at the crowded crowd below.

Everyone downstairs was full of longing and nervousness. They longed to be the lucky one favored by fate, successfully catching the bouquet thrown by Ye Qingwan, and thus transform themselves into her ideal husband and directly marry into the family to become the next Duke of Protector of the Country.

However, it is regrettable that after Ye Qingwan glanced at the crowd downstairs every day, a look of deep disappointment always appeared on her face.

She silently hugged the hydrangea, turned around and went back to the attic, as if she had not found the ideal candidate in her mind.

So, the issue of choosing a son-in-law remained unresolved, but more and more men gathered in front of the attic every day, each of them holding hope, waiting for that day to come.

The process of choosing a son-in-law has evolved from being an activity in which only young men participated to an activity in which men of all ages participate.

There was a huge crowd of people in front of Lanyue Pavilion, and even the surrounding streets were packed with people.

"Hey! You old fellow, you are so old and yet you still dare to come and snatch the hydrangea. Do you still want to be a duke? Don't you see how old you are?"

A young man in luxurious clothes couldn't stand it anymore and mocked the sixty-year-old man next to him.

Unexpectedly, the old man slammed his cane into the ground, straightened his back, and righteously retorted: "I won't live for many days, can't I come here to join in the fun and share in the joy? What, do you have an objection?"

The young man was disappointed, and turned to frown at a little boy who looked about ten years old and asked, "Little guy, your hair hasn't even grown out yet, what are you doing here?"

The little boy blinked his eyes and answered innocently, "Of course I'm here to find a wife!"

The man said angrily: "You, you guys, one by one, the old ones are shameless, and the young ones are the same, it's really pissing me off..."

At this time, the old ancestor was silently observing Ye Qingwan's every word and action, and the reactions of the people around him were all under his control.

The old ancestor couldn't help but feel a little worried about Ye Qingwan's way of choosing a husband by throwing a bouquet of embroidery.

As the days passed, more than half a month had passed quickly.

However, the person that Ye Qingwan had been expecting to appear never showed up.

Her originally calm state of mind gradually began to ripple, and she even became a little anxious.

How could Dabai not know about such a big commotion? Could it be that... he didn't want to?

You know, choosing a husband by throwing a bouquet of flowers can be said to be the method that least cares about the man's identity and background.

But at the same time, it is also one of the easiest ways for people to fish in troubled waters and fill in the numbers!

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed, and today is the deadline set by the imperial edict.

Ye Qingwan's footsteps became a little heavy, as if every step was carrying a heavy weight.

She walked silently, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

However, at this moment, her eyes passed through the crowded crowd and fell on a unique figure.

He was a tall man with silver hair, blue eyes, a jade crown on his head, and a white robe that fluttered in the wind, like an immortal descending from heaven...

When Ye Qingwan saw this person, her mood suddenly became happy. The corners of her mouth involuntarily rose, revealing a bright smile.

Dabai smiled slightly when he saw Ye Qingwan looking at him, and then said in a voice transmission: "Sorry, Wanwan, I'm late!"