For the past year, Yang Ye had been working on the canal construction outside the city, but he persistently wrote letters and sent gifts to Bei Lingsu. A whole year of letters and gifts, yet Bei Lingsu showed no response whatsoever.
This time, upon returning to the Capital City, he did not go back to his Prince Wei Residence nor the Palace. Instead, he went straight to the Bei Residence to find Bei Lingsu.
The result? Bei Lingsu politely chatted with him for a few moments before stating that the household affairs were too pressing for her to accompany him further.
And so, he had no choice but to leave.
Now he couldn't even have a proper conversation with her—how was he supposed to marry her?
"Let's talk about it later," he muttered dispiritedly, lifting his cup and taking a sip of wine.
The yellow wine that Qiao Xiaomai had brewed from Xiaomi had a wonderfully smooth taste. It wasn't too strong and had a sweetness to it, making it almost drinkable like a soft beverage.
