"Let go!" Xie Wanqing struggled, seeing he remained unmoved, lost her patience: "Heir Lu may be accustod to being audacious, but he should know where he is now."
This is the Marquis Xuanping Mansion, aristocratic mansions all have their own household soldiers.
Behind her followed Erqing, and several gatekeepers and guards beside, seeing their own young lady being entangled, all showed unpleasant expressions.
Just waiting for her to give the command, they were ready to act.
No matter how Lu Ziyuan could hold his ground against many with superior skills, what’s the use?
Coming to soone else’s mansion and entangling their lady, even if he is a prominent court minister, he loses reputation wherever spoken of.
Yet Lu Ziyuan remained motionless, looking at her, watching her brows filled with impatience, and said in a deep voice: "Wanwan, how will you agree to speak properly with ? No matter how strong-willed you are, you shouldn’t be so resolute just because of a few reckless words, refusing even the slightest chance for reconciliation."
The gentle early sumr evening breeze made the jade beads on Xie Wanqing’s head sway slightly, making her pause for a mont.
Sowhat puzzled by why he is so stubbornly refusing to dissolve the engagent.
Indeed, in his eyes, she should be infatuated with him wholeheartedly, yet just because of a few reckless words, she insists on breaking the engagent, and even though he lowered himself to make peace, she wouldn’t give him a chance to explain.
The difference was too great for him to accept for a while, which is understandable.
Only she knew what happened in those dreams.
She couldn’t point at his nose and tell him she had a dream, dreaming of their future together.
Xie Wanqing sneered: "You want to ask the question from that day again, want to speak nicely to you?"
Lu Ziyuan tightened his grip on her hand, seeing her beautiful lips slightly parted, she spoke word by word: "When our marriage is called off, due to the affection of growing up together, perhaps when I see you again, I could have a better expression."
... The marriage being called off.
Lu Ziyuan took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress his emotions, said: "Anything but this, besides breaking the engagent, whatever you want to do is fine."
"Then there’s nothing to talk about," Xie Wanqing’s face turned cold, unwilling to say more: "Let go!"
Beside them, the guards heard the command and swiftly drew their swords from their waists, only a half revealing.
Lu Ziyuan was oblivious, still staring intently at her, trying to find traces of past admiration on her face.
Even if only a little would do.
After a long while, he released his grip as if lost in thought.
Xie Wanqing withdrew her wrist, without sparing him another glance, and left directly with her maid.
........
It wasn’t until they had walked far away that Erqing patted her chest, still filled with lingering fear: "The maid thought Heir Lu would really clash with our family’s guards."
"What is there to fear?" Compared to her close maid’s fearful heart, Xie Wanqing was calm, saying lightly: "This is the Marquis Xuanping Mansion."
In the dream, she was willing to marry into the Lu Family and suffer because she was foolish, but allowing Lu Ziyuan to bully her at ho was not justified.
Erqing looked at her calm deanor, secretly sighing, these days indeed her lady had changed a lot.
Previously full of sincere affection all tied to Heir Lu, whom anybody seeing her couldn’t help but call her infatuated.
But now facing her forr beloved, completely portrayed a heartless gaze, showing no sign of past joy.
Not only Heir Lu but even as a close maid, she was sowhat amazed by this change.
Amazent aside, she couldn’t help but feel heartache.
How much disappointnt and grievance her lady must have accumulated to beco so resigned.
Xie Wanqing was unaware of her maid’s thoughts beside her, strolling leisurely beneath the setting sun.
Arriving at Brocade Hall to pay her respects to Mrs. Zheng, Xie YanYu happened to be there as well, noticing her entry, his brow moved slightly: "You returned at this ti, didn’t encounter soone at the gate, did you?"
Xie Wanqing paused in her steps, looking up and saying: "Encountered him, was it you, brother, who let Lu Ziyuan in?"
The daughter’s complaining tone made Mrs. Zheng smile faintly, "You child, when you liked him, you wished to put him on clouds, now you don’t like him, can’t even bear to see him?"
She reproached: "After all, you still have an engagent, always need to settle it clearly; the betrothal gifts should be returned, even the formal letter needs to be exchanged back. How can you just sever all ties?"
Such is the matter, Xie Wanqing sat beside her mother, then asked her brother: "What did he say?"
"He absolutely avoided talking about breaking the engagent, only said he wanted to et you once, this ti his stance was very low, at least it showed so intention to marry."
Xie YanYu glanced at her, his tone indifferent: "See, if you had this temperant earlier, how could he have kept you in such a hold for so many years."
Aristocratic families usually set two surnas together, speaking of raising a daughter’s head in marriage, and bowing in taking a wife.
If one wants to pursue marrying another’s daughter, they should show the intent to marry, yet back then Lu Ziyuan seldom visited Xie family, instead, Xie Wanqing frequently went to the Wuyuan Marquis Mansion.
Everyone could see she cared more about this betrothal.
Xie Wanqing lowered her head, full of guilty feelings.
It was her fault for eagerly attaching herself, with a burning heart to Lu Ziyuan, causing her brother and parents to be mindful of her feelings by enduring Lu Ziyuan’s cold deanor.
In her dream, her brother even proactively sought out Lu Ziyuan to dismiss his mistress but faced rejection.
It was obvious, Lu Ziyuan always stayed cold-hearted, without the pleasantries and manners of young noble sons, his refusal probably wasn’t gentle, likely harsh.
Just thinking about it, she felt apologetic to her family.
Where could Mrs. Zheng have her treasured daughter show such depressed attitude, she glared at her son, and quickly embraced her daughter’s shoulder, coaxing: "Now that you understand, it’s good. My child is honest to others with sincerity, only Lu Ziyuan doesn’t know how to cherish it, how can he bla you?"
Xie YanYu pursed his lips, poured a cup of tea for his sister, handed it over, speaking gently: "When father returns, I’ll confer with him, and soon find ti to return the Lu Family’s betrothal gifts intact."
"Will he agree?" Xie Wanqing’s eyes reddened slightly, "When I saw him just now, he didn’t seem willing to break the engagent."
Xie YanYu replied indifferently: "If he wants dignity, he should know what to do."
Their family had made their desire to break the engagent clear, evidently not deliberately making demands.
An alliance through marriage should not be forced; such arrangents are rare among noble families.
Though this is logical, worried about Lu Ziyuan’s recent changes, Xie Wanqing felt uneasy.
This unease, developed into astonishnt when the news that the mistress kept by Heir Lu at Wuyuan Marquis Mansion was pregnant, spread throughout the Capital overnight the next day.
She rembered in her dream, she only learned about Liu Manrou’s pregnancy after marrying into the Lu Family.
Calculating the ti, the wedding hadn’t occurred yet, yet the news inexplicably spread.
If earlier, rumors of Lu Ziyuan having a mistress spread across Capital, attributed by Xie Wanqing to Liu Manrou spreading it herself, now she no longer thought so.
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