As the lunch concluded, Drago and Luan kept bickering back and forth about the upcoming marriage meetings. Their goals were completely different, and with each passing minute, Drago seemed to become more irritated about Luan's laid-back attitude.
"If you dare do anything that will bring shame to this household, you will be severely punished, Luan!" Drago snapped.
"Alright, old man. I'll be going now. I need to prepare, you know," Luan spat back as he stood up and left the dining room.
Drago sighed, rubbing his temples. Hana, on the other hand, sat quietly watching the whole altercation with a neutral expression on her face.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Drago inquired while looking at Hana.
"He's an adult now; he can take care of himself, and as long as he doesn't insult the imperial family, even if the marriage won't happen, isn't it fine?" Hana nonchalantly said.
