Seeing her acquiescence, Wen Qiyu reached out with some pity, gently touched the faint scar on her face and said: "I will prove my sincerity to you, and I dare to swear to God.
I, Wen Qiyu, really want to marry you, I know you don't believe there is true love in this world, but I will make you believe it, just wait for me."
With that said, he leaned over and kissed the scar on her face gently, turned around and walked out.
Qingcheng was stunned in place. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She touched her somewhat hot face, and her heart was beating as if it was about to fly out.
But her mind went blank and she could hardly think. What did Wen Qiyu mean by what he just said?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Su Luo's voice: "Sister Qingcheng."
Su Luo put down the medicine bowl in his hand, walked up to her and asked suspiciously: "Sister Qingcheng, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so red?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch her forehead.
Qingcheng reacted and said hurriedly: "It's nothing, it's just a little too hot."
She fanned herself with her hands, pretending to be very warm.
Su Luo frowned, it's only March now, how can it be hot?
She shook her head and stopped thinking about it. She pulled Qingcheng to sit down at the table and said, "I just saw Mr. Wen leaving in a hurry. Did something happen?"
Mentioning Mr. Wen, Qingcheng felt a little guilty. She picked up the medicine on the table and pretended to be relaxed: "It's nothing."
Su Luo held up her chin, looked at her and said, "Actually, I think you and Mr. Wen are a perfect match. I thought you two would be together."
Qingcheng was drinking medicine when she suddenly choked when she heard what she said and started coughing violently.
Su Luo patted her back and said, "Drink slowly."
Qingcheng paused for a while before asking: "You...why did you say that? How can he and I be a good match?"
She felt that she and Wen Qiyu were never on the same page. He was a flower on the high mountain, and she was just a weed on the roadside.
Su Luo said: "I can't tell. I just think you are talented and handsome. When I first came here, I thought you were Mr. Wen's wife."
Qingcheng's eyes dimmed, and she smiled bitterly and said, "He will have his own wife soon."
Maybe only that aloof princess is worthy of him?
Su Luo looked at her somewhat sad expression and suddenly asked, "Sister Qingcheng, do you like Mr. Wen?"
Qingcheng was startled and subconsciously denied: "How is it possible? I..." She paused, with a hint of determination in her tone: "I will never fall in love with anyone again."
This was the oath she made when she entered the Palace of Fire, that she would never fall in love with anyone again in this life.
Su Luo wanted to say something else, but she heard Xiao Jue's voice coming from outside: "Luo Luo."
Qingcheng said: "The Crown Prince is here to look for you. Go quickly. I will drink the medicine well."
Su Luo stood up and said, "Then I'll come see you tomorrow."
Qingcheng nodded and watched her leave. Xiao Jue's concerned inquiries could be heard faintly outside, until they could no longer be heard.
She drank the medicine in the bowl and then lay on the table for a while until night fell and the room fell into darkness.
Suddenly, Qingcheng stood up. She lit the candle in the room, then walked to the desk and wrote two letters.