"Lucius my boy, now that you've grown up and become so strong, there's a matter I'd like to discuss with you."
"Master, please speak freely."
"Okay then, I'll get straight to the point, I want you to take Anya as your second wife. Are you willing to marry her?" asked Old Yezi in a serious tone.
"Grandpa, what are you talking about? Who said I wanted to get married? I'm still young and…" Anya chimed in.
"I agree." replied Lucius.
"Grandpa!"
"It's good that you know I'm still your grandpa. Anya, I'm doing this for you. To tell you the truth, with your personality, no man would be willing to marry you. Your personality is very similar to mine, arrogant, foul mouth and a complete disregard for etiquette. Other men won't want to love you, instead, they'll want to conquer you and try to knock you down a peg. I don't want you to experience that, I don't want you to doubt who you are just because of the partner you're with. Apart from me, Lucius knows you best."
"But grandpa…"
