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Chapter 287, I Choose Frillie, Wilmae is Shocked (Thirteenth Update)

His words were a blend of the earnestness of an elder and the harshness of reality.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan's eyebrows twitched very slightly. The deliberate composure he had maintained vanished, replaced by an invisible pressure: "Interesting. Are you threatening me?"

The village chief met his imposing gaze without flinching, his eyes even holding a strange, unwavering certainty, as if he had seen right through him: "Yes. You can understand it that way."

He paused, deliberately slowing his speech, each word sounding carefully considered, and asked pointedly, "But I would like to ask, Your Excellency—do you truly despise such a 'threat' from the bottom of your heart?"

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"Or rather, do you dislike the 'stepping stone' I've provided for you?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan was speechless for a moment.

To be fair, this situation of being escorted and pushed to accept a beautiful woman, especially one with whom he had a close relationship, was indeed something he had never encountered before in his life, and it felt quite strange and absurd.

But strangely, aside from the initial displeasure, he didn't feel much anger at being truly offended.

This is quite different from the malicious threats he has faced in the past.

He even absurdly recalled that when he easily took away those inheritances, Celia had only slightly curled her lips and said in an inscrutable tone that there might be some "minor troubles" in the future.

But no one mentioned that the solution to this troublesome problem would require him to "offer himself in return."

Just then, the sound of light footsteps broke the brief stalemate.

The village chief's wife came over with a freshly brewed cup of herbal tea.

She gently placed the teacup on the wooden table in front of Gu Yuan, and said in a gentle but firm tone, "Your Excellency, please also understand our difficulties."

"We've watched Wilmae grow up."

"Her character, her resilience, and her abilities are beyond question."

"She is a very rare and excellent choice for a wife."

Gu Yuan slowly came to his senses from her words, and his eyebrows lifted slightly.

Perhaps so. However, what does it have to do with me?

Those who didn't know the situation might have thought that Gu Yuan had no other choice.

His gaze fell on Wilmès.

At this moment, she was bowing her head deeply, her thick, long silver hair falling down, obscuring most of her face.

Her trembling eyelashes concealed all the emotions in her eyes.

Only her ears, completely red as if they were about to bleed, betrayed the extreme unease and turmoil in her heart.

A deep sense of despair washed over her, and she could only repeatedly mutter to herself, "Why did things turn out this way—where did things go wrong—"

Gu Yuan withdrew his gaze, took a deep look at the village chief, whose attitude was firm yet earnest, and then looked at the village chief's wife, whose face was gentle and persuasive but whose stance was actually unwavering.

finally.

"There's no need to mention this matter again."

His voice was cold and resolute.

However, just as deep disappointment was about to appear on the village chief's face, and Wilma was filled with mixed feelings, unsure whether it was relief or loss, he suddenly changed the subject, "However, I can give the village an explanation."

Under the questioning gazes of the crowd, he spoke calmly and clearly, each word carrying weight: "You seem to have overlooked one point, or rather, selectively forgotten a fact—the elves who left this village were not only Vermey."

Wilmae was stunned, completely stunned.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief, her silvery pupils contracting sharply in shock.

"Another elf—?" she murmured subconsciously, several blurry figures flashing through her mind, but none of them corresponded to the scene before her.

It wasn't until Gu Yuan's calm and unwavering gaze met her confused eyes in mid-air that a figure she had deliberately ignored suddenly struck Frillie like a thunderclap!

But she immediately suppressed the thought, her mind filled with a sense of absurdity: "No, impossible! She's still just a child, far from being a so-called strong person in terms of mind and strength. How could he—"

However, unlike Wilmès's confusion and slight panic, the village chief's eyes flashed with extreme astonishment upon hearing these words, as if he did not understand their meaning.

Then, as if struck by lightning, he instantly understood!

He nodded slowly, his voice filled with relief and heartfelt admiration: "I—I understand—brilliant! So this is the direction you were referring to."

He fully understood Gu Yuan's implication.

Gu Yuan was not referring to the still immature and powerless Freylian, but rather to the Freylian who inherited the bloodline of the elves and possessed unlimited potential for growth!

This is undoubtedly an extremely clever and wise solution, which can temporarily silence the villagers' gossip.

After all, who dares to say that Frilian won't be powerful enough in the future? That would be tantamount to questioning the potential of the elven bloodline.

It can also provide all relevant parties with a long buffer and observation period of tens or even hundreds of years.

More importantly, it returns the final choice to time and the future wishes and development of the parties involved, avoiding a forced binding in the present.

"Very good, very good."

The village chief's face broke into the first genuine smile of relief and appreciation since the conversation began.

He even clapped his hands lightly, saying, "This explanation is solemn enough, weighty enough, and full of foresight. On behalf of the village, I can accept it."

He then looked at Vermeer beside him, who was still somewhat bewildered and had a blank look in his eyes, and his tone regained the gentleness characteristic of an elder: "Vermeer, what are your thoughts?"

"After all, this also concerns the future of Frillie in a sense—your opinion as her mother is crucial."

Wilma fell into a deeper silence, as if all the sounds around him had disappeared.

Looking at Gu Yuan's calm and composed face, as if he had simply resolved an ordinary problem, and recalling her daughter Frilian's innocent smile, she felt as if a jumble of emotions had been stirred up in her heart, a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors that were difficult to distinguish.

This plan, seemingly, cleverly resolved the immediate crisis, avoided an awkward situation between her and Gu Yuan, and preserved the village's reputation.

But unknowingly, it has bound her, and her most cherished daughter, to this man before her in an even stronger way.

The men, whose identities could be measured, were bound together.

An invisible link, pointing to the future, has thus begun to wind around.

Where will this bond lead them in the future?

Is it a blessing or a curse?

She found herself in a state of utter confusion, unable to give a clear answer immediately.

The air in the room grew heavy again because of her silence, with only the occasional crackling of the firewood in the fireplace.

The morning light outside the window gradually brightened, but it couldn't illuminate the confusion and gloom in her heart.

After a long while, under the village chief's gentle yet unavoidable gaze, she finally raised her head with great difficulty, her lips trembling slightly.

"I----"

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