Yang Yi was certain that Meng Xiao understood this; she was just so used to being passive that she needed someone to push her along.
He said it in reverse, exerting the last bit of pressure on Meng Xiao.
"You've paid respects to my elders with me by your side, that means you're mine for life. You needn't marry me if you don't want to, for next month I'm going to marry a lady who's a perfect match for my status."
Meng Xiao looked at him, unsure of his intentions in an instant.
Yang Yi still smiled intoxicatingly, "Xiaoxiao, don't worry, I'm confident that I'll marry a Mrs. Yang who has both knowledge and good manners. She won't trouble you."
Knowledge and good manners—this meant nothing to her.