He Lienuo let out a chuckle, Lin Yuan laughed heartily, and sympathetically patted Xia Zheng on the shoulder. This He Lienuo was indeed a sly one, never missing a chance to gain a little advantage.
Xia Zheng snorted: "Just wait till you successfully marry Cousin Cuiwei first!"
"Certainly."
He Lienuo waved his hand and turned back with a brilliant smile: "Cousin should prepare the gift early, this Crown Prince is waiting for your one-of-a-kind wedding gift!"
Xia Zheng’s mouth twitched hard; he really wanted to throw the wine jug in his hand at soone who deserved a beating.
This guy, just wait and see! Want to marry Princess Cuiwei? Dream on!
The Old Emperor and Empress Su had left early, and many officials also left with their wives and daughters.
Princess Anle knew this year’s New Year would certainly be unpleasant, so after the Old Emperor left, she went with Xia Yuan to discuss Princess Cuiwei’s distant marriage.
It wasn’t just the two of them; Su Zhe and several key ministers also joined in.
Tian Hui was pregnant, though not very expressive, she barely ate well all night. As soon as the palace banquet ended, Xia Zhen urgently took her out of the palace to eat at ho.
The entire hall was almost deserted, with Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng being relatively among the last.
However, apart from them, a few others seed in no rush to leave.
Ma Junying stared blankly at Lin Yuan, who was talking and laughing with Xia Zheng and He Lienuo, feeling a surge of lancholy.
He had thought that after successfully securing first place in the imperial examination, he would be qualified to take Lin Yuan away from soone else. Yet things never go as hoped; no matter how far he went or how high he climbed, he still couldn’t take Lin Yuan for himself.
And now, she was already betrothed.
He had heard about the scene during the betrothal. Ma Xiaonan went out of her way to inquire about the grand occasion and ca back to tell him all about it clearly.
He knew his sister seed to be happy for Lin Yuan, but in fact, she was doing this to make him give up hope.
However, having already fallen for her, how could he easily give up?
With a sigh, Ma Junying felt exhausted, wishing only to return ho imdiately and bury himself in sleep.
Rival in love, Second Prince’s wooing, he cared not.
"Sir Ma."
A deep voice with noticeable tremor sounded beside him. Ma Junying lifted his head, returning his lost and hurt eyes to calm.
The person standing before him was none other than Cheng Yuexiu, who had just been bestowed the title of Princess Hexiu that evening.
"Princess Hexiu."
Ma Junying gathered his thoughts, stood up and greeted Cheng Yuexiu with a bow.
Cheng Yuexiu’s body stiffened, her lips grew paler.
Princess Hexiu, huh, how ironic those words were!
Peaceful marriage, peace, directly taking a character from her na for the title.
Such a perfunctory bestownt!
What Cheng Yuexiu found even more unbearable was Ma Junying’s attitude towards her.
Before, when they secretly t, even if Ma Junying was polite, he rely called her Miss Cheng. Today, overnight, she beca Princess Hexiu.
What hurt Cheng Yuexiu more was that when she greeted him, she didn’t refer to him as Young Master Ma as usual, but the more distant and formal Sir Ma.
She thought the change in address might make him feel guilty, but who would’ve thought, he didn’t care a bit.
Not care? It must be because she had no place in his heart.
Cheng Yuexiu let out a self-mocking smile, her fingers even felt ice-cold.
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