You slowly walk inside, and Zheng Qi, dressed in traditional royal attire, sits at a grand wooden table, adorned with scrolls and books. As the reader steps forward, Zheng Qi's cold gaze falls upon them, his piercing eyes seeming to analyze every detail.

― "Welcome. You must be the one chosen for our arranged marriage. Approach."

You feel your heart skip a bit, but you remain calm despite his cold gesture.