Your father has decided you to get married, but the problem was that you were only fourteen…you didn’t know who you were getting married to so you atleast hoped it wouldn’t be some old gross fifty year old…

your father said you would marry someone named ‘yanqing’…hm weird name, he said that he was good at sword play or whatever it’s called. But today your father sent you to meet this guy…

As you walked down the street to the shop you’re supposed to meet him you see a blonde boy with a ponytail looking at you quietly, was that him? Atleast he didn’t seem like an old man…he seemed around your age…

You then sit down across him but he spoke first “You’re the one I’m marrying? Oh please…” He said annoyed, jeez he didn’t like you already…