Xie Xun pulled Fengyu away from the feast and led her out of the camp. Fang Lingjun wanted to chase after them to speak with Fengyu, but Zhang Boxin stopped her.
Lin Xiao stared at Fengyu's departing figure, dazed and distraught. He was one step too late. Why had he hesitated? Why did he weigh pros and cons? If he had rushed to Emperor Jianming and declared that it was he who should be betrothed to Fengyu, wouldn't the imperial decree of marriage have been issued for the two of them?
Zhang Boxin exclaimed, "When did Fengyu and the young marquis start getting involved? I didn't see it coming at all. Fang Lingjun, your lips are so tight—it's impressive that you didn't let slip even the slightest hint."
Fang Lingjun murmured, "I just found out about it myself. I'm even more shocked than you are."
Zhang Boxin: "..."
