Tenebrous Sovereign

Ideals

"We have nothing in common when we're together." Anya's cold gaze landed on Dean's face and she continued, "If it weren't for your mother curing my father's illness, we wouldn't have any interaction at all. However, don't even think that with this favor, you can cling onto our family. I, Anya, will never find an incompetent husband and lose face."

"Although you all desperately imitate elegance and refinement, pretending to be like noble gentlemen, but in front of real nobles, one glance can expose your inherent bad habits! Commoners are commoners. Without being nurtured from childhood, without noble blood flowing in your bones, no matter how much you learn later, you can't hide your poverty and rudeness."

Anya coldly looked at Dean and said, "Although you look clean and are different from those dirty and smelly workers in the residential area, it's nothing rare. Here, there are plenty of them. They don't know where they painstakingly found you, thinking that I would fancy you and let you marry into our Ivy family, and they could also live in the business district from then on. This is really a joke!"

"My father's kindness to him was just courtesy, but they don't know their place. This is the gap between commoners and nobles. They don't know the measure!"

Dean just quietly looked at her until she finished speaking.

Anya said so much in one breath and seeing the calm expression on Dean's face that didn't change at all, she couldn't help but frown. But soon, she hardened her expression again and said, "Maybe you don't understand what I said. But it doesn't matter. You just need to know that you don't deserve me and I won't let you be my husband. If you and your adoptive parents still have the idea of marrying into our Ivy family, you'd better give up. Otherwise, I'll make sure you can't even live in the residential area."

Dean quietly looked at her and said, "Finished?"

Anya sneered and said, "Finished. Say whatever you want."

Dean smiled and looked directly into her eyes, softly saying, "First of all, I have to say thank you to you."

Anya was stunned, somewhat astonished.

Dean ignored her reaction and continued, "First, thank you for refusing me, allowing me to avoid the humiliation of marrying into your family. My father said that this is the basic bottom line for a man. Thank you for helping me keep it." The father he mentioned was naturally his strict, learned, and gentle father.

Anya was confused. Didn't your father humbly try to push you into our family?

"Second, I still have to thank you." Dean said, "Thank you for letting me know that even a little girl as old as you can't be ignored."

Anya raised her eyebrows. She was precocious since childhood and could plan her future when she was eight or nine years old, completely different from the children of the same age who were still thinking about what to play every day. But now, she heard such an old-fashioned tone from this child several years younger than her, as if she were facing those playmates of the same age.

When she was about to speak, Dean had already turned around and was about to leave. Before leaving, he thought of something, paused for a moment, and without looking back, as if speaking to himself, "Perhaps I don't know horsemanship and fencing, nor can I learn the refinement and politeness of your nobles. But, I have ideals and pursuits!" After saying this, he left without hesitation along the original path.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared from Anya's sight that Anya reacted. She didn't expect this little commoner to leave without waiting for her. Anger welled up in her heart. The good upbringing she had cultivated since childhood made her rarely angry, but at this moment, she felt a burst of anger burning. Rather than anger, it was more like. She gritted her teeth, stomped her feet and followed, maintaining a lady's posture and catching up as fast as she could.

When Dean returned to the corner of this concert hall, he had already heard Anya coming quickly behind him. The way she walked was still gracefully like a noble lady. He paused and didn't look back. When Anya came behind him, he said, "When the adults ask later, you just say that you already have someone else you like."

Anya was just about to question him. Hearing this, she couldn't help but said angrily, "Why should I say that? I brought you out to tell your adoptive parents that I don't like you and let them give up this thought."

Dean said indifferently, "If I'm not wrong, your father should have agreed to this marriage, but you didn't. That is to say, as long as I agree, this matter can be done. Am I right?"

Anya's aggressive face suddenly turned pale. Dean was right. Her father did agree to this marriage. She came out with her mother today specifically to pressure the Gray couple and make them give up.

"How did you know?"

"You told me." Dean said calmly, "If you had the right to choose, you only needed a simple sentence to reject this marriage. There was no need to tell me so much, even threaten me. Moreover, I think your mother was a bit too straightforward. So there must be something fishy. You couldn't directly reject my adoptive parents, so you wanted to start with me."

Anya was somewhat shocked. Dean was almost exactly right, as if he had heard her and her mother's discussion beforehand. For a moment, she suddenly felt that she couldn't see through this little boy. The composure and calmness on him were something that even teenagers didn't have. However, she didn't regret her choice. After a moment of silence, she said, "If I were to speak, I'm worried that your adoptive parents would go to my father."

Dean shook his head slightly, "No. As long as you refuse, this matter will pass. The matter is originally very simple. It's just that you thought too complicated."

"How do you know it won't?" Anya frowned, not liking Dean's assertive tone.

Dean knew that she wasn't convinced and could only patiently explain, "You overestimate their courage and underestimate their self-esteem. For this matter, they originally had a try-and-see attitude and didn't expect much."

Anya frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Then I'll just directly say that I don't like you later. Why do I have to say that I have someone else I like? I don't have one."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Aren't you a noble? Don't you know that you should speak more tactfully? Saying it directly like this, where would they put their faces?"

Anya looked at him and suddenly snorted, "You're afraid that if I say that, they will think that you behaved badly in front of me and be angry with you, right?"

Dean, seeing that he was exposed, wasn't embarrassed. He said indifferently, "Anyway, I've taught you. How you want to say it is up to you, but you'll bear the consequences!" After saying that, he stepped out from the corner and walked towards the concert hall.

"You..." Anya looked at his back, was so angry that she was speechless. Eventually, she stomped her feet and followed.

"Miss, you're back." The young man in the black suit saw Dean and Anya appear and heaved a sigh of relief, showing a smile on his face.

Anya was indeed born of nobility. In just a few steps, the anger on her face had completely calmed down. She gently hummed and walked in front, entering the hall.

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The carriage with the white flower flag galloped from the business district into the residential area and stopped in front of No. 108, Linkang Street. The family of three, Dean, got off the carriage. The coachman shook the whip and the carriage galloped away.

Jura looked at her husband's sullen face and led Dean to open the door first.

"Some excuse about having someone she likes! It's just an excuse!"

"It's clearly that they despise our status. Nobles? I finally understand. They're just a bunch of hypocritical and arrogant guys!"

At home, Gray angrily vented.

Jura hurriedly said, "Shh, keep your voice down. Don't let others hear."

Gray was stunned and hatefully didn't say anything else. Discussing nobles privately was a major crime.

Jura said to Dean on the side, "Dean, it won't be long before the 'Black Death Season' begins and all the colleges will also start. Have you decided which college you want to attend?"