Xia Ziyu and Yan Chuhua nodded emphatically in unison.
"Then stop arguing. Right now, you must stand on the same side and go back to explain things to your families. Avoiding the issue like this won't solve anything."
The two asked simultaneously, "How should we explain?"
Yan Qianyi lightly tapped her temple with her slender fingertips, pondered for a moment, and said,
"The monarchs of both nations want you two to wed simply to foster good relations between the countries. How about... when you go back, you swear sibling-hood to each other? Or acknowledge each other's parents as godparents? In short, do something that could bring the two nations closer."
Yan Chuhua said, "He may not necessarily be older than me. I might be the elder sister, you know?"
Xia Ziyu sneered coldly, "Rest assured, I'm definitely older than you."
Yan Chuhua placed her hands on her hips, unconvinced, "In what way are you older than me?"
