Xu Qingli made her stance clear: "Since you've put it that way, I won't beat around the bush. Lin Yan cannot go."
Lu Chenyuan pulled the marriage certificate out from a drawer and tossed it onto the table, the two red booklets glaringly bright.
The sight pierced Xu Qingli's eyes.
"It's legal already. Lighting a lantern at the ancestral hall—how difficult can that be?"
Xu Qingli stubbornly replied, "The Lu Family has never married someone from a rural village where the soil faces upwards. I've reluctantly accepted it, but the ancestors won't stand for it."
Xu Qingli repeated the same old argument that Lu Chenyuan was sick of hearing. She cared too much about Lin Yan's background.
Lu Chenyuan decided to let it go and mocked, "So, you tell me, what should we do? Should we ask her to reincarnate into a wealthy family? Or maybe I should go bankrupt so we can all be poor farmers—then life will be better?"
