Duan Lan interrupted him before he even finished speaking: "Reject it."
Qingyun paused, swallowing the words that were at the tip of his tongue, and said bitterly, "Young Master, I can't explain this to Madam. Madam has been worrying about Young Master's marriage these days. Young Master is not too young anymore, and if you don't get married soon..."
A cold glance from Duan Lan, and Qingyun's voice weakened more and more until it gradually disappeared.
Duan Lan threw the sword and the towel to him, walking quickly into the house, saying, "Reject it."
Qingyun stood still, somewhat dazed. After a long while, he sighed in despair. Duan Lan's transformation was an overnight matter.
It happened so fast that it caught everyone off guard and made it difficult for them to accept the change.
Even Qingyun, who had been with him since childhood, could not accept it.