"Why are you still harboring prejudice?" Xie Xun downed his drink in one gulp, his tone tinged with emotion. "I want to marry a wife, but if you disapprove, does that mean I can't marry?"
"Exactly!" Marquis Zhenbei, wary that he might be swayed by the princess, sneered and said, "Marriage naturally follows a parent's order and a matchmaker's word. You have no choice in the matter."
"Grandfather and Maternal Grandfather didn't agree with you marrying Mother. Yet you insisted on bringing a matchmaker to propose, only to be chased out by Grandfather. Now it's suddenly all about obeying parents and listening to matchmakers when it's my turn?" The defiant young marquis scoffed. "So you can set fires in the village but forbid the commoners from lighting their lamps?"
"I'm the father, and you're the son. What can you do?" Marquis Zhenbei grinned at his annoyed son. "Bad luck for you being born into my family."
