He didn’t really want to go.
Because he would definitely et many people he didn’t wish to see then.
However, his uncle, the Crown Prince, had always treated him like his own child. This ti he’s ascending to the throne as emperor. If he doesn’t go, it seems unacceptable.
Therefore, Sikong Wuyou hesitated.
But he didn’t ntion any of this to An Ning. An Ning, being young and inexperienced with court affairs, did not ask further.
She just suddenly thought that with the new emperor’s enthronent ceremony, such a major event, Pri Minister An Bingfeng would certainly be present.
Therefore, thinking that An Bingfeng would soon leave this place, their lives would return to peace, An Ning was so excited she almost wanted to leap into Sikong Wuyou’s arms to celebrate.
Fortunately, she still had so sense, constantly reminding herself not to be too wild, and not to scare the noble gentleman in front of her.
Early the next morning, Ye Jiu reluctantly held An Ning’s little hand, "An Ning, you should head back first. In a couple of days, we will visit your parents to discuss the engagent."
Speaking of which, she had already lived here, and regardless of what happened or not, the girl’s reputation was already tarnished by her son.
This matter indeed should be settled quickly to avoid gossip.
When An Ning got into the carriage and saw the various things inside, she asked Sikong Wuyou next to her, "Are these things for ?"
No wonder she was presumptuous; after all, these foods and clothes were obviously things girls would prefer.
Sikong Wuyou didn’t answer imdiately but asked, "Do you like them?"
"I like them, but please don’t do this again next ti," An Ning said.
So food and supplies she could accept a few, and she would reciprocate based on her ability.
However, the quantity of these things was overwhelming, giving her a sense of pressure while accepting them.
Perhaps after they truly marry in the future, she could comfortably enjoy everything he gives, but now, it’s still too early.
An Ning didn’t want to beco a person with such little integrity.
Sikong Wuyou smiled and tousled her hair, without a touch of gentleness, instead with a strong sense of release, "Ningning, do you realize that your eagerness to draw a line with is not cute at all."
An Ning: "I just don’t want to turn from soone who likes you into soone who likes your money. Sikong Wuyou, my resolve isn’t strong, if you keep throwing money at , our feelings would gradually deteriorate..."
What woman doesn’t like to spend money freely?
She likes it too.
However, when too many other impurities get mixed into the relationship, the most important part, the feelings, might end up not being that important.
An Dafu, in his previous life, never married, but was always surrounded by won. An Ning had seen many gold-diggers.
Especially An Dafu’s last lover, she truly epitomized being only interested in money, not people.
An Ning didn’t want herself and him to eventually evolve into such a money-driven relationship.
She could accept his occasional small gifts and little gestures; if they were a bit precious or thoughtful, it wouldn’t matter. But this array of lavish gifts presented in front of her, although splendid, only exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Because these things constantly reminded her of their mismatch.
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