Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"The upcoming selection ceremony for a son-in-law will be personally presided over by me!"

Ignoring the surprised gazes of the suitors below, Bei Chenwan spoke calmly, turning to look at Bei Chenlie, who sat upright in a grand chair beside her, "Father, what is your opinion?"

"Wan'er, what's wrong with you...!"

Faced with Bei Chenwan's unauthorized actions, Bei Chenlie also frowned slightly, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Because his decision to hold the son-in-law selection event was not entirely for the sake of the other party's lifelong happiness, but rather concealed a selfish motive!

As long as a suitable son-in-law is found to marry into the Beichen clan, the Beichen clan can continue to maintain its leadership position in the Lianyun Eighteen Forts, and at the same time, it will not break the rules established by the ancestors of the four major families!

As for who Bei Chenwan's husband is and whether he is happy after marriage, these things are completely unimportant to Bei Chenlie!

Therefore, when Bei Chen Wan suddenly proposed to choose her own husband, Bei Chen Lie naturally hesitated and dared not agree easily, for fear that the former would ruin his plans!

"Father, I understand your good intentions, but I'm all grown up now, and I can make decisions on my own in some things..."

Seeing that Bei Chenlie remained silent, a hint of disappointment flashed across Bei Chenwan's pretty face. The next moment, she spoke again, "Father, my mind is made up. If you do not agree with my decision, I will have no choice but to leave the Bei Chen clan and never return..."

Bei Chenwan's tone became increasingly firm, and she bit her lip tightly, clearly not wanting to marry a man she didn't like, even at the cost of leaving her family!

"Hey, you little rascal... alright!"

Seeing Bei Chenwan's resolute expression, which showed she wasn't joking, Bei Chenlie also sighed, then said with a hint of helplessness, "I'll leave the selection of your husband to you. As for who you ultimately choose as your husband, that's entirely up to you..."

Having said that, Bei Chenlie shifted his gaze to Bei Chenling and the others standing beside the Hall of Heroes, "As for you few, you may all step down...!"

"Yes, Chieftain!"

Upon hearing the order, Bei Chenling and the others bowed and withdrew, simultaneously cupping their hands in greeting to Bei Chenwan, who arrived late, saying, "Miss, this way please!"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Faced with the greetings from Bei Chenling and the others, Bei Chenwan merely nodded slightly, her pretty face remaining calm and composed.

"Wan'er, I really didn't expect you to come here...!"

Upon seeing Bei Chenwan suddenly appear, Mu Yuan, who had been resting to the side, was also overjoyed. He immediately leaped onto the stage and said with a fawning smile, "Wan'er, it's been so long! You're still as beautiful as ever..."

"Speaking of which, it's been a while since we last met..."

"ten years."

Interrupting her again, Bei Chenwan coldly replied, "It's been ten years since your Mu family last visited Lianyun Eighteen Fortresses. Even setting aside the fact that our relationship was merely a simple collaboration back then, even now, I'm not exactly close to you, am I?"

"Uh, Wan'er, actually, I feel...!"

Faced with Bei Chenwan's indifference, Mu Yuan was equally embarrassed, hesitant to speak.

"Stop!"

Seeing that Mu Yuan was still pestering her, Bei Chenwan frowned slightly and interrupted him in a deep voice, "Right now, I am going to personally preside over the selection of a husband. If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for being impolite!"

After saying that, Bei Chenwan turned and left without looking back, seemingly not interested in Mu Yuan, her suitor, and completely disregarding his status as the young master of the Mu family.

"Wan'er, don't go! Listen to me...!"

Seeing Bei Chenwan turn and leave, Mu Yuan hurriedly chased after her, his extremely obsequious and fawning manner resembling that of an old sycophant who had been pursuing his goddess for years without success, which was quite amusing.

"Oh, poor thing, what a pitiful person...!"

Seeing this, a ragged, disheveled young man with crutches in the audience shook his head repeatedly, then muttered to himself, which made Lu Feng, who was standing next to him, look slightly surprised and curious.

"A pitiful person?"

"Could this person be referring to Mu Yuan?"

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes, giving the young man with crutches beside him a quick glance. He noticed that the man had no cultivation level whatsoever, and his clothes were tattered, making him look like a beggar. This only added to his surprise. "Strange...!"

"This person has no cultivation whatsoever, and doesn't seem to belong to any of the four great families. He's no different from a beggar on the street. How can someone so pathetic be allowed to participate in the marriage selection event?"

Lu Feng still looked puzzled.

"It's over, it's all over...!"

"Another unlucky guy is going to die a violent death...!"

Just as Lu Feng was puzzled, the young man with the cane seemed to suddenly become possessed, his tone becoming more and more excited, and at the same time, his whole body twitched uncontrollably, his eyes fixed on Bei Chenwan on the stage not far away.

"Um, excuse me, are you alright?"

Faced with the young man's ramblings, Lu Feng couldn't help but lean closer, then cupped his hands in a tentative gesture and asked, "Brother, what's all this talk about—'poor man,' 'unlucky fellow,' and 'died a violent death'...?"

Seeing Lu Feng suddenly approach, the young man with the cane was also startled for a moment, then a look of fear flashed across his face. "Don't come any closer! I won't say anything, I'm just passing by, I won't tell anyone...!"

"No, don't kill me! I don't know anything...!"

The young man with the cane instinctively took several steps back, speaking incoherently, his face filled with even greater fear, as if he had suddenly recalled some terrible memory!