She had enough of this sort of family anyway. If she could leave, it would be a kind of release.
An Zhiyan had made up her mind. If she accompanied An Zhanglou to this banquet this time, she was just putting on a mask again and play-acting. However, thinking that this would be her 'final performance', she felt somewhat relieved in her heart.
"It is already half past 6 now. You still have one and a half hours. Remember, it's 8pm. I will be waiting downstairs for you on time. Remember to make yourself pretty for the banquet. When it ends, we will not owe each other anymore."
With these words, An Zhanglou left, slamming the door on his way out.
As she held the gown in the gift box, An Zhiyan felt a sense of ironic humor. Other people admired her for being well-born. In the end, she still could not control her own destiny!