Zheng Nianru was unhappy, and the entire Zheng Prince's Mansion was also unhappy, treading on thin ice with bated breath.
Prince Duan paced in front of Zheng Nianru's courtyard seven or eight times that day, still not daring to enter. Cursing the untrustworthy Ju Nanyi, he also felt that perhaps Ju Nanyi wasn't a suitable match after all, since he was now the Crown Prince's trusted aide, busy with affairs and in a perilous position.
But aside from this matter, Prince Duan had other thoughts on his mind.
"My lord, my lord, don't be anxious. I've heard that Lord Ju went to the official matchmaker today—" Housekeeper He hurried back, barely managing to grasp this information, and upon hearing it Prince Duan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Exactly, exactly, the matchmaker, how had he not thought of that?
