Song Zhiyu resigned himself to fate.
No wonder the magician said he was destined for wealth and nobility, neither literary nor martial yet would live a life of wealth and nobility. Turns out, this was where it applied.
If nothing unexpected happens, the entire Prince Dingbei's Mansion will be inherited by Commandery Princess Dongyang in the future. Even if she doesn't inherit it, her child will. And the father of her child, the husband of Prince Dingbei's Mansion, how noble, how wealthy!
The extravagant life of the high society was already waving its little handkerchief, beckoning to him.
Thinking of this, Song Zhiyu felt a little better. This marriage didn't seem too hard to accept.
As for Niu Pan'er, not delicate enough, not fair enough, not beautiful enough, but not so ugly that she couldn't be looked at. Once the lights are out, it's all the same. Hey, in bed, he certainly could uphold his husbandly authority and make her submit.
