"The princess agreed!" The eunuch thought that the prince only cared about Princess Jing's thoughts, and thought that the prince was indeed very affectionate.
After Wei Ning finished listening, he sat down.
Agree? Situ Jing actually agreed? Where did this song come from?
She stood up again and walked around the yard. She always felt that this thing was a little strange. Was there something wrong?
Thinking about it, when I met Situ Jing that day, she didn't seem to show much affection for him. Why did she agree to the marriage all of a sudden?
She is really depressed. I want to marry her a princess, but at this juncture, isn't this adding trouble?
Wei Ning thought that she would ask the emperor to withdraw his order as soon as possible, but the imperial decree had already been issued, and this matter was a certainty. If she raised it at this time, it would be very bad for Situ Jing's reputation.
How can a woman who is rejected by her husband's family and break off the engagement as soon as they get engaged, get married in the future?
So Wei Ning is very worried now, why not let Situ Jing take the initiative to break off the engagement?
This is a good idea...
Just as he was about to go out, he turned around and saw Mu Zihan standing at the door. The thick shade of green bamboo in the distance cast a sparse shadow, making his figure appear slender, clear and graceful.
After two days of treatment, his face no longer looked pale and sick. His face was calm, but his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of cool mist.
He looked at her as if he was deep in thought. No one could tell what kind of emotions were hidden under that stern expression.
"Congratulations, Prince." Finally, Mu Zihan spoke. His words were both sincere and lonely.
Wei Ning's buttocks were burning, so naturally she didn't care to appreciate his words, she just said: "This marriage is too urgent, even I don't know what to do."
Mu Zihan walked slowly to the courtyard and sat down on the stone bench where she had just sat. The thick shade of green bamboo covered his body, and his royal blue flowing gown had an aura of nobility.
"I think it's a good thing for the prince to get married as soon as possible. After getting married, he can no longer be willful and should take responsibility. After all, you are the prince."
If she marries a princess and settles down, will she no longer have such absurd thoughts?
Although she gave him a heavy blow, he still preferred to believe that she was just a child and had not grown up yet.
"Uncle Huang is wrong. If I marry Situ Jing now, wouldn't I be harming her? What I have decided will not change again. Uncle Huang should understand."
Wei Ning turned around and looked at him, not finding any unnecessary emotion in his expression.
She made it clear that since a contract had been made, he should do as she asked. If he violated the contract, she would not forgive him.
"Uncle Emperor, remember our contract, right?"
"Of course I remember." Mu Zihan nodded.
"Uncle Emperor, just remember. I hope you won't break your promise." Wei Ning smiled slightly at him, her eyes curled up, with a dark glow as bright as starlight.
Mu Zihan said softly: "This is your decision. I just hope you won't regret it in the future."
"No." Wei Ning said firmly, "It's getting late today, so I'm leaving."
She originally wanted to discuss the contents of the contract with Mu Zihan, but now that Situ Jing's matter happened, she had better resolve it first to avoid long nights and nightmares.
Seeing her turn around, the willow-green back was delicate but straight, as determined as a grass that refused to bow its head in the isolated cold wind.
