Chapter 823: It Doesn’t Matter If There’s One More
Ning Tairan agreed very straightforwardly, without any hesitation.
Meng Anwen was slightly surprised, "You agreed so quickly?"
"Should I have refused?" Ning Tairan asked back with a hint of oddness.
"You old man, don’t you value your precious granddaughter more than anything?"
"Valuing her highly doesn’t help. If I didn’t agree, would Yiyi let me off?"
Each sentence he said made sense.
The prepared words were rendered useless.
Originally, he thought Ning Tairan would be a bit proud and need some persuasion.
But unexpectedly, Ning Tairan agreed right away, leaving Meng Anwen surprised.
Ning Tairan said, "Let’s discuss a time later, and you can just give some betrothal gifts. We’ll settle the matter."
Meng Anwen said softly, "Elder Ning, there’s a bit of a problem here."
Ning Tairan’s eyebrows furrowed sharply, "What problem? Is it that Lin boy doesn’t want to marry?"
Meng Anwen shook his head slightly, "Not that. It’s about Mo Yun and Shu Han."
"What about them?" Ning Tairan couldn’t understand at first.
Meng Anwen looked at Ning Tairan, took a deep breath, and explained everything thoroughly.
He once again displayed his strong persuasive abilities, mixing in his own thoughts.
Ning Tairan listened and was drawn in, his eyebrows becoming increasingly tense.
After listening, Ning Tairan thought for a long time before finally speaking up, "What does Yiyi say?"
Meng Anwen glanced at Ning Tairan, "Haven’t asked yet. We’ll ask later. First, let’s see if you agree. If you don’t, let’s just forget I said anything."
"Anyway, Lin Moyu and Yiyi’s marriage won’t change. Whatever happens, happens."
"As for the other three, I’ll go talk to them."
"Worst case, we won’t be friends anymore and won’t meet, to avoid awkwardness."
The Ning family and the Mo and Shu families had been friends for generations, a tradition that had continued for many years.
Although it was just a matter between the younger generation, these young people were all treasured by their families.
If their relationships weren’t good, it would mean a rift between the families.
Ning Tairan couldn’t help but consider this.
Seeing Ning Tairan hesitate, Meng Anwen knew he had wavered and immediately pressed his advantage, "Whether it succeeds or not depends on your word. We’ve known each other for so many years, through life and death, so I’ll ask your opinion first."
Meng Anwen flattered Ning Tairan, at least making him feel comfortable.
Ning Tairan was clearly pleased, as there were few people in the world who could compare to him.
Meng Anwen was one of them, so his flattery was effective.
After careful consideration, Ning Tairan finally made a decision, "As long as Yiyi doesn’t object, I’ll reluctantly agree."
Meng Anwen got the answer he wanted.
Everything else was easy to handle; the most troublesome part was Ning Tairan.
As long as Ning Tairan gave his consent, Meng Anwen was confident about Mo Xinghai and Shu Yaoshen.
Suddenly, a loud rumble lit up the sky, and beams of light descended, followed by turbulent laws.
"Professional Ascension!" Ning Tairan exclaimed, joy in his eyes.
Ning Yiyi successfully triggered a professional ascension, which would bring her comprehensive improvements.
Then Ning Yiyi took out two divine stones, a Talent Divine Stone and a Skill Divine Stone.
The Talent Divine Stone could awaken a new talent.
The Skill Divine Stone could enhance her existing skills.
These two items were originally meant for Lin Moyu to use, but he had taken a different path, so they were no longer needed.
Half a day later, Ning Yiyi’s third job change was completed successfully.
The job change array slowly stopped, and Ning Yiyi looked radiant with a playful smile, "Grandpa Meng, thank you!"
Meng Anwen chuckled, "In the future, you’ll have to change how you address me."
Ning Yiyi immediately understood the implication, her face turning red, "But if I call you that, wouldn’t you be younger than my grandfather?"
Meng Anwen laughed, "We each have our own roles. Don’t worry about it. Your grandfather won’t take advantage of me."
Ning Tairan snorted lightly, "I’m not that old yet."
Meng Anwen smiled, "You see, your grandfather is still reasonable. Yiyi, Grandpa Meng has something to discuss with you, ask for your opinion."
Ning Yiyi had matured a lot over the years and was much more composed. She blinked her large eyes lightly, "Please go ahead."
Meng Anwen said, "Let’s change locations. This is something I need to tell you alone."
Ning Yiyi nodded and followed Meng Anwen to the side after seeing her grandfather had no objections.
Meng Anwen casually set up a soundproof array...
Ning Tairan watched the two in the array, though he couldn’t hear what they were saying. From Ning Yiyi’s expressions, he could still tell.
What surprised Ning Tairan was that his precious granddaughter didn’t react strongly at all.
This seemed completely different from what he had expected.
Not only did she not react strongly, but Ning Yiyi even nodded in agreement.
The two didn’t talk for long before Meng Anwen removed the array, "Elder Ning, I’ll leave now. I’ll visit the Mo and Shu families..."
"You prepare as well. I’ll come over in two days."
As soon as Meng Anwen left, Ning Tairan immediately pulled Ning Yiyi over, "What did Old Meng say to you?"
Ning Yiyi’s face turned red, "Grandpa Meng said he would come to propose in two days. You’ve already agreed."
"What else?"
"And...," Ning Yiyi’s face turned even redder, her head slightly lowered, "Grandpa Meng also said that Mo Yun, Shu Han, and possibly Fenfen might marry Lin Moyu along with me."
Ning Tairan blew air through his lips, "Did you agree?"
Ning Yiyi nodded lightly.
Ning Tairan couldn’t help but sigh deeply. After seeing Ning Yiyi’s reaction, he already knew that this girl had likely agreed.
Ning Tairan pressed on, "Tell Grandpa what you think. Lin Moyu is going to marry four people at once."
Ning Yiyi lowered her head, "I didn’t think much about it, Grandpa. You married three wives, and Lin Moyu is so excellent. What’s wrong with marrying one more?"
Ning Tairan felt frustrated, with words stuck in his chest that he couldn’t express.
Yes, he had married three wives, and Lin Moyu was just marrying one more than him. What was wrong with that?
As the conversation went on, it seemed to make sense.
In the past, during the most intense wars, to continue bloodlines and produce more strong descendants, polygamy was common among the strong in the Sheng Xia Empire.
This tradition had been preserved through history.
Lin Moyu could be said to be the most excellent and powerful man in this world. If he spoke up, it wouldn’t be a problem even if he married hundreds or thousands of people.
Ning Tairan had nothing to say, letting out a long sigh.
When Meng Anwen returned, he was smiling.
Everything had been settled. Mo Xinghai and Shu Yaoshen had no objections.
Meng Anwen had also asked Mo Yun and Shu Han’s opinions.
Although they were shy, they eventually agreed.
As for Mu Fenfen, she was an orphan raised by the president of the Jialan Guild.
Meng Anwen went to the Jialan Guild, and the result was also very successful.
Next was the formal proposal and discussing the wedding date.
These matters didn’t require Lin Moyu to worry about. As Lin Moyu’s teacher, Meng Anwen, along with Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng, took charge of everything.
Lin Moyu could just sit back and enjoy the benefits.