The Mo family was reveling in their triumphs while the atmosphere at the Ji family was noticeably tense.
Ji Ling overheard the conversation between Ji Xian and Mo Huai Zhang by accident; her fingernails were practically digging into her flesh. She had locked herself in her room, staring at her own reflection in the mirror with a venomous gaze.
She hadn't expected her grandfather to have such plans; he had never intended to form an alliance with the Xiao Family through marriage.
But he had always cared so much about the family's interests, and an alliance would bring such great benefits. Why would he disagree?
Could it really be because she didn't carry the Ji family's bloodline?
No, she absolutely couldn't just sit back and wait for doom.
This marriage agreement had to count no matter what. In all of Beijing, only she, Ji Ling, was worthy of the title Mrs. Xiao.
