"Yes!"
Xiang Yun reluctantly agreed with a sigh, just as she was about to discuss the mischievous mindset she had indulged in the girl, her eyes suddenly widened and her body stiffened as she turned her face slowly.
By the window, a handso and refined man was dressed in a sky-blue brocade arrow-sleeved robe adorned with the pattern of green bamboo; the collar and cuffs were bordered with a silver-grey cloud pattern. He wore official boots with black edges on a white base, his waist encircled by a jade belt, his dark hair bound up high and a white jade hairpin fastened within, exuding an imposing aura of nobility—it was none other than the person they had just been talking about.
"You, you, you..." Xiang Yun, as if she had seen a ghost, pointed a trembling finger at him, her tongue tied in knots.
"What’s wrong with ?"
Wanyan Jingchen had originally wanted to imitate her stuttering with ’I, I, I, I ca to see you,’ but fearing she might get annoyed, he dispensed with the idea of teasing her and answered her with a pleasant smile before sitting down on a rattan chair beside the table.
Xiang Yun beca anxious, her face flushed as she whispered, "How can you barge in during the middle of the night like this? If word gets out, what will beco of my reputation?" After she finished speaking, she added dejectedly, "Ah, my reputation isn’t much to speak of anyway!"
Wanyan Jingchen smiled warmly and said, "If you’re unwilling for to co at night, I can co to see you during the day tomorrow instead."
"Ah, no, no, no—"
Xiang Yun waved her hands repeatedly, "Absolutely don’t co, there are too many eyes and ears in the mansion; if they start spreading baseless gossip about us, it wouldn’t be good. Whatever you have to say, just say it now."
Wanyan Jingchen nodded and looking at her flushed cheeks, said, "I just overheard your conversation with Madam Wu, and I want to know what you really think."
"I, I..."
Xiang Yun hesitated for a while, then as if sothing dawned on her, she said loudly, "I haven’t asked you yet? How did you get in here? Why are you proposing to when there are so many noblewon in the capital? Why choose ? You know about... my... identity..."
Her voice grew quieter and quieter towards the end, and her head lowered.
Wanyan Jingchen, pained by her show of inferiority, said, "I propose to you because I want to marry you, to spend a good life together with you. To my eyes, you are the finest lady in the world, your identity is that of the legitimate elder Miss from the Mansion of Marquis Jian’an, the future Princess of Qing Luo Kingdom—and beyond that, there is nothing else."
The man’s gentle yet firm reply made her heart tremble slightly, followed by the sensation of sothing sweetly spreading in her heart, a beautiful feeling.
She whispered softly, "Even if you don’t mind my divorced identity, what about others? Your Imperial Mother? Your Imperial Father, and the Ministers and People of Qing Luo, will they, too, disregard my status like you?"
"This question has already been asked of ."
Wanyan Jingchen looked at her seriously and said, "My answer is, husband and wife are one. If they cannot accept her, they cannot accept . If that’s the case, then let’s leave Qing Luo together and live a life of poverty and hard work."
Xiang Yun was stunned, staring at him as she said, "You an... If they don’t accept , you’ll renounce... the throne?"
The man nodded solemnly, "Exactly!"
"But... but why? Why are you so good to ? We... aren’t so familiar, are we?" She bit her lip, gazing hesitantly at him, her eyes glistening.
Wanyan Jingchen smiled and said, "To , so people, even known for a lifeti, remain strangers, but so people, just one glance, and it’s for a lifeti!"
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