Startled by Zhu Sujin's words, Qian Yixiu chided, "Brother, what are you thinking? We are siblings; how could I possibly marry you?"
Zhu Sujin's eyes widened as he replied, "We are not blood siblings; why can't you marry me? Just remember, sister, don't engage yourself to anyone else within the next two years. After two years, I will ask the Imperial Grandfather to arrange our marriage."
After speaking, he took advantage of Qian Yixiu's distraction to pinch her hand. Then, with a sideways glance, he looked at her threateningly.
Little rascal, Qian Yixiu was somewhat torn between laughter and tears. She didn't want to argue anymore; there was no point in it. She couldn't exactly say that she had watched him grow up from a bare-bottomed baby, and that he could be her brother, her younger brother, her nephew, or even her son, but the very idea of him as her husband was unbearable; there was a mental block.