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Just now, when Song Yan was at the door and heard Huang Feiyun shout "Shu Changyu, you finally show up", he became anxious.

Shu Changyu was lying weakly in bed and unable to get up yesterday, so how come he can get out of bed and walk around today?

He hurriedly opened the door and saw Shu Changyu stabbing Huang Feiyun with a sword. That scene made Song Yan's heart instantly rise to his throat.

He rushed forward and stood in front of Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu's sword was still at Huang Feiyun's throat, and his eyes were so cold that it seemed as if he could freeze a person instantly.

Huang Feiyun's face was pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He didn't dare to move at all, for fear that the sword would pierce his throat in the next second.

"Changyu, don't be impulsive." Song Yan said anxiously.

Killing Huang Feiyun in front of so many villagers would definitely bring trouble to the Shu family.

He looked again and saw that the villagers all had expressions of fear on their faces, obviously frightened by the scene just now. They silently stepped back a few steps, fearing that they would be affected.

Some people even quietly turned around and prepared to leave, not daring to watch the excitement any longer.

Inside the door, Aunt Niu and Matchmaker Qian turned pale when they saw this scene.

Aunt Niu covered her chest and said in a trembling voice: "How come Xiao Shu can still play with the sword?"

Does this really mean he wants to kill someone?

Matchmaker Qian was also panicked: "This is terrible. If someone dies, the Shu family will be finished."

When Aunt Niu heard this, she rolled her eyes and almost fainted.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wu, who was standing by, quickly helped Aunt Niu to sit inside the house.

Both Shu's father and mother looked at Shu Changyu with concern.

"Put down your sword." Song Yan grabbed Shu Changyu's arm.

Shu Changyu tilted his head slightly, his eyes met Song Yan's, and the coldness in his eyes instantly dissipated a little.

He retracted his sword and glanced at Huang Feiyun lightly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Huang Feiyun was reminded of that day at the Shu family when Shu Changyu pointed his sword at him in the same way, with such a fierce momentum that it seemed as if he wanted to kill him.

He thought that since he brought so many people this time, he would be able to force Shu Changyu to surrender, but he didn't expect that he was still forced by Shu Changyu's sword and dared not to move.

Huang Feiyun's face was terribly gloomy, and the hatred and unwillingness in his heart surged like a tide.

He glared at Shu Changyu fiercely, but did not dare to act rashly, fearing that the sword would pierce his throat in an instant. The men around him were also silent, intimidated by Shu Changyu's momentum.

"Get out!" Shu Changyu's voice was as cold as ice.

Huang Feiyun gritted his teeth, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes, but in the end he turned around and left in shame with his men.

"Wait!" Shu Changsheng called them and pointed at a pile of things not far away, "Take your things away and don't dirty my land."

Huang Feiyun's face became even gloomier. He glared at Shu Changsheng fiercely, but could only wave his hand helplessly and let his men put away the betrothal gifts and other things they brought.

After Huang Feiyun and his group left in disgrace, Shu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Shu Changyu and Song Yan.

"Changyu, you are too impulsive. What if something really happens?"

Shu Changyu said indifferently: "So what if I kill him?"

Inside the door, Shu's mother heard his cold tone and couldn't help but come out and said, "Do you still want to marry Xiao Song?"

Shu Changyu was slightly startled, and the indifference on his face faded a little.

Father Shu said kindly, "Xiao Song brought people to propose marriage today. It's a happy day and there shouldn't be any bloodshed."

“Propose marriage…?” Shu Changyu’s voice was faint.

His eyes slowly shifted to Song Yan, and he asked as if to confirm, "Yan Yan, are you here to propose marriage today?"

Song Yan said with an "ah" sound: "Yes, I even brought a matchmaker with me."

He turned around and asked, "Where's Matchmaker Qian?"

Matchmaker Qian came out trembling, her face a little pale.

Even so, she did not forget her duties. She quickly forced a smile and said to Shu Changyu and Song Yan: "You two are really a match made in heaven. The Song family's proposal of marriage today is truly sincere and can be seen."

"I've been a matchmaker for all these years, but I've never seen such a perfect match." Matchmaker Qian said as she observed the expressions of the two.

But when he looked at Shu Changyu, he found that he was several inches taller than Song Yan.

Why is this girl from the Shu family so tall?

Matchmaker Qian was puzzled, but she quickly suppressed her doubts and continued with a smile, "You two standing together are really pleasing to the eye. This marriage must be a good match destined by heaven."

Shu Changyu looked at Matchmaker Qian with a more favorable look. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Well said. There is a reward."

After saying that, he signaled Shu Changsheng beside him to take out some silver and hand it to Qian the matchmaker.

Matchmaker Qian was overjoyed and quickly thanked her: "Thank you, Miss Shu. I wish you two will love each other, grow old together, have a baby soon, and stay together forever."

"They are all boys, how can they have a baby soon..." Shu Changsheng muttered to himself. As he spoke, he took out some silver and handed it to Matchmaker Qian, "Take it. You have worked hard today."

Matchmaker Qian took the reward and smiled from ear to ear. She weighed it and estimated that the few pieces of silver added up to several taels.

"Oh my, you are so generous, sir. I am honored to be the matchmaker between your two families today." Her face was full of joy, and her eyes were almost narrowed into slits.

Song Yan remembered something, took out a piece of paper from her bosom, and handed it to Shu Changyu solemnly: "This is the marriage certificate."

Shu Changyu's eyes fixed and he stared at the marriage certificate closely.

He slowly stretched out his hand, as if the marriage certificate weighed a thousand pounds. When his fingertips touched the paper, his heart skipped a beat.

He gently unfolded the marriage certificate. The handwriting on it was neat and powerful, and every stroke was written with extreme caution.

Matchmaker Qian hurriedly came forward and looked at the marriage certificate, exclaiming: "Look, this marriage certificate is really beautifully written. I have been a matchmaker for so many years, but I have never seen such a thoughtful marriage certificate."

Mother Shu smiled and said, "Don't stand outside, let's go inside and talk."

"Yes, yes, let's go inside and discuss it." Matchmaker Qian agreed.

Upon hearing this, everyone walked into the house.

Song Yan was just remembering that Shu Changyu's injury had not healed yet, and was about to help him into the house, but when she turned around, she saw Shu Changyu holding the marriage certificate and walking briskly into the house.

It doesn't look like he's injured at all.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes, and in a flash, he suddenly realized something and gritted his teeth and said, "Shu Changyu, you lied to me again!"

Shu Changyu's expression froze slightly.

Song Yan turned and left.

Shu Changyu followed and said, "Yanyan, where are you going?"

"I regret the engagement!" Song Yan snorted.

"You dare!" Shu Changyu grabbed Song Yan's arm and pulled him back.

He raised the marriage certificate in his hand and said slowly: "I have accepted the marriage certificate. It's too late to regret it now!"