A single "Sorry to trouble you" left Song Zhiyu a bit bewildered, staring in astonishnt at Niu Pan’er.
Why does sothing feel off?
Ah, it’s her eyes, looking at as if I’m so sort of wronged little wife, full of pity.
Pity your granddad!
Song Zhiyu jumped up, standing on the bed and glaring at her: "Don’t give that crap. I warn you, Miss Niu, stop those awful thoughts of yours. You’re not the man, I am. If there’s anyone who’s wronged, it should be saying it."
Indeed, standing on the bed, I can look down at her.
Niu Pan’er: "..."
Her eyes t his, gradually filling with amusent.
"Sit down when you talk, aren’t you afraid you’ll bump your head?" She pulled a chair from beside the table and sat by the bed, starting to speak: "I know you’re not happy about this engagent in your heart."
"Oh, co off it, you’re not the worm in my belly, how would you know what I’m thinking?" Song Zhiyu snorted.
"I know, you like those spoiled and pampered noble ladies from the capital, gentle and lovely, understanding, not soone like who’s unromantic and just a body short of being a guy. Being hastily betrothed to you, you must feel a great sense of disparity and certainly unwilling."
Song Zhiyu wanted to shout nonsense but for so reason, sothing held him back from speaking.
"Actually, I’m also surprised and astonished by this imperial marriage," Niu Pan’er crossed her hands, looking at him and saying: "Before the edict, I never thought about what kind of person my husband would be, not because I didn’t understand, but because I knew thinking wouldn’t change anything. My husband, whoever he was, would have to be approved by the Emperor because I co from the Prince Dingbei’s Mansion."
Song Zhiyu remained silent, feeling sothing odd and uncomfortable. Her earnest deanor made him feel like a child throwing a tantrum, while an adult was doling out wisdom.
A bit frustrating.
"So I never fantasized about what kind of person my husband would be. To , whether he’s ugly or handso, good or bad, it would be the sa. He would be my husband, and if nothing unexpected happens, the father of my children, that’s all there is to it."
Song Zhiyu gulped, clenching his hand on the quilt, staring at her intently.
Niu Pan’er, looking at his hand and then at his eyes, said: "But when the Emperor betrothed you as my husband, honestly, I was happy and joyful, and even sowhat relieved."
Song Zhiyu froze.
"Song Yulang, compared to others, it’s fortunate that you’re my husband." Niu Pan’er smiled sweetly.
Thump thump thump.
Song Zhiyu’s heart began to race uncontrollably.
The tips of his ears turned slightly red as he deliberately said in a jester’s voice: "What are you doing, saying such things? Are you trying to seduce because I’m handso? I knew you coveted my looks from the start!"
Niu Pan’er chuckled mischievously: "Saying this, I actually just wanted to ask you for directions."
Song Zhiyu was dumbfounded: "Directions, to where?"
"To your heart."
Poof!
Song Zhiyu choked on his saliva, pointing at her.
Impressive, this tomboy was actually a hidden flirt, he really misjudged her.
Niu Pan’er said: "Yulang, don’t worry, I’ll surely treat you well. Even after we marry, you can still be as you were before, doing whatever you like. If anyone bullies you, I’ll teach them a lesson. You just continue to be carefree and happy, leave everything else to ."
Song Zhiyu: "..."
This is quite the turnaround.
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