However, she couldn't say this, lest she would be regarded as a mental patient by her great-grandfather who told fairy tales. She could only smile and said, "Great-grandfather, this is not a feudal society. You can't book a baby for me. What's more,
My surname is not Zeng either."
Zeng Zhenlong's face darkened, he poked his cane and said earnestly, "Zi Liang is the most promising person to become the head of state in the future. Both his fame and talent are enough to give him an extraordinary status. If you follow him, you will
It can also shine brightly and dazzle the world. Why do you have to like Long Zhutian, who has experienced misery and grew up in a gloomy world? Grandpa firmly disagrees!"
The corners of Yang Zimei's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.
She pursed her lips and fell silent, showing her resistance.
Seeing her stubborn look, Zeng Zhenlong also knew that haste makes waste.
The bloodlines of their Zeng family all have one thing in common. They appear to be very docile, but their temperament is very stubborn. Once she decides on something, even ten cows will not be able to pull it back unless she figures it out herself.
Just like his daughter Zeng Hui, who seemed so well-behaved and docile back then, did something that caused him a headache. She even ran away from home and refused to contact her for decades.
However, he believed that as long as Yang Zimei was brought back to the capital and allowed to have more contact with Jiang Ziliang, she would gradually forget about Long Zhutian.
That young man Jiang Ziliang is like a dazzling sun, handsome and upright, possessing all the abilities from his family background.
He didn't believe that a little girl like Yang Zimei wouldn't be attracted to Jiang Ziliang.
The Zeng family has been in decline for too long, and it desperately needs this marriage to open up a new situation.
And a talent like Yang Zimei must live up to his expectations.
Therefore, Zeng Zhenlong did not say any more, so as not to arouse Yang Zimei's resentment and resistance, and then refuse to go to the capital to study.
"Well, my great-grandfather also knows that love and marriage cannot be forced. My great-grandfather only provides Jiang Ziliang for your consideration. Anyway, you are only sixteen years old, and there are still a long time to come. Love is not something that cannot be achieved without force.
It will change.”
Zeng Zhenlong said to Yang Zimei with an understanding tone.
Yang Zimei saw what he was thinking, so he didn't say anything. He just smiled and said, "Thank you, great-grandpa."
Anyway, she also believed that Jiang Ziliang, who paid her a discipleship ceremony and respected her like a true disciple, would never agree to marry her.
She is no longer afraid of the wishful thinking of these elders.
"Grandpa, I'm going to see grandma. You sit down first."
Yang Zimei saw that her father and grandma had not made any sound for so long, so she became a little anxious about what they might be talking about.
"Well, let's go and have a look."
Zeng Zhenlong also cares about his daughter, fearing that she might have something to think about.
Yang Zimei got up and went to her grandma's room, only to see her father, Yang Qing, squatting at the door with his head in his arms.
"dad--"
She hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, "What's wrong with grandma?"
Yang Qing looked up at her, his eyes were covered with red threads, as if he had just cried.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Yang Zimei asked with concern when she saw her father's severely shocked look.
Yang Qing shook his head, "It's okay, Niuniu, you can go in and see grandma."
Yang Zimei glanced at him and pushed the door open.
Grandma Zeng Hui was still sitting on the Taishi chair, with dull eyes and a lonely expression, as if she had suddenly aged by more than ten years.
She really couldn't see through her grandmother, who seemed very simple and thoughtless, nor the story behind her, nor what she was stubbornly insisting on, so much so that she wanted to flee the capital and marry a rural man.