Realizing these two points, she suddenly felt a little empty in her heart. A forced smile appeared on her lips. She exhaled like a blue breath and blew a fallen leaf off the stone table out of boredom. She lowered her head and asked casually: "You will spend your whole life."
How many slender and unlady-like women is your dream to marry?"
The air fell into silence again, and it took a long time before I heard his response.
"It is fate, just like you and me. Many things cannot be judged in advance. I can only say that even if I have many concubines in the future, you will definitely not be wronged."
It's so direct, so direct that it's a bit hurtful.
She raised her eyes, her smile no longer as gentle as before, but with a touch of alienation and indifference: "Are you so sure that I will marry you?"
His body was obviously shaken, and then he said firmly: "What else? Can you marry anyone else besides me?"
"Why not?" Those clear eyes were like a deep pool, with a faint smile. "If I don't want to get married, what can you do to me?"
He was smart. Listening to her completely different tone and demeanor, he quickly found the crux of this change and asked tentatively: "Do you mind if I marry multiple concubines in the future?"
"Yes!" She didn't hide her thoughts. In fact, she didn't need to hide her thoughts, because in her opinion, it was better to explain some things directly than to hold them back and let others guess.
He didn't expect her to be so frank, but he laughed: "Why do you mind? Looking at the court, there is no man who doesn't have three wives and four concubines. If you don't say far away, just say the prime minister, no..."
"But my man can only be mine!" Her slightly domineering plan unexpectedly did not arouse his resentment, but made the smile on his face even wider.
In all his life, this was the first time he heard a woman say such impressive words.
"My man can only be mine" - is she dreaming? Has she been influenced by some cult? How could she have such weird thoughts in her mind?
Not to mention that her father had three wives and concubines, but if you look around, every prominent person in the Tianyuan Dynasty has many wives and concubines. She is special, and she has such weird thoughts.
Although she was a jealous woman, he didn't pay too much attention to her. Seeing that it was getting late, he stood up first, turned to look at Yan Susu, and extended his big hand to her: "Go back."
An indifferent smile appeared on the corner of Yan Susu's mouth. She ignored his big palm and stood up: "We haven't gotten married yet, so the relationship between men and women is unclear."
The soft smile on his lips froze for a moment, then relaxed and let her go.
After sending her to the gate of Lingyun Court, she had no intention of inviting anyone in to sit for a while. One night, she understood that he was not her lover.
She was about to enter with a lot of steps, when his mellow voice came from behind: "My name is Yuan Minxiang, please remember."
Yuan Minxiang, so what if you remember, she will never be able to accept a man who is gentle with others one moment and crawls into your bed the next. Her man can only be hers, even if she knows that in this dynasty,