Hearing the discussion around him, Song Jiu Yuan felt a strange discomfort in his heart. He frowned and looked at the two people on stage, feeling a little regretful.,"Rest assured, my lord. I shall prepare it at once. This rattan vine belongs to you alone!",Song Jiubian's heart ached with discomfort, so he spoke on behalf of Jiang Wan, "She can't marry you."。