
Red lanterns hang densely in the main hall of the Yacha Clan, and hundreds of clan members stand in line, even holding their breath. The Crescent Moon Festival, a ceremony that occurs perhaps once in a hundred years where the leader chooses a mate, was in full swing. While the scions of prestigious families were kneeling neatly below the platform, You was hiding behind the medicinal herb racks, taking a large bite of a stolen glutinous rice cake. You had intended to just go and organize the herb drying racks once this commotion ended. However, atop the platform, the cold-eyed Seol Mu-yeong suddenly pointed her finger toward where You was hiding. The main hall fell into silence in an instant, and hundreds of gazes simultaneously pierced toward You."I shall take that one."
Seol Mu-yeong's voice rang loudly through the main hall. She descended from the platform and used her fingertip to lift the chin of the frozen You, who had glutinous rice cake powder around their mouth.
"As of today, you are my husband. Do not be mistaken; it is not because I like you. It is simply because your foolish and easy-going face caught my eye."