Before Gu Nian could speak, Nan Jin Yu’s face already showed impatience.
His fingertips unintentionally tapped on the stone table as Nan Jin Yu coldly reminded, "It’s getting late. Miss Zheng, as a young lady out alone, surely your uncle and aunt would be worried. Shaochen, why aren’t you sending your sister back?"
"It’s alright; I informed Mother before I came out. Besides, coming to my cousin’s place would make Mother happy rather than worried."
Emotions welled up in Miss Zheng’s eyes, even Gu Nian, who was a novice, admired her in his heart.
Though Miss Zheng might look down on people a bit, her taste is quite good.
If only she were older and not stuck in this six-year-old body, an impeccable person like Nan Jin Yu would certainly make her have feelings. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽
Reflecting on the scoundrel from her past life who used her as a shield, Gu Nian couldn’t help but question her judgment back then.
That bastard wasn’t even fit to shine Nan Jin Yu’s shoes, and she ended up dying at the hands of such a scumbag.
Nonetheless, Miss Zheng’s explanation didn’t work on Nan Jin Yu. With a single word to dismiss, Wuxin stepped forward with a gesture to escort her out.
Miss Zheng’s eyes instantly reddened, and Zheng Shaochen’s face turned extremely grim, but he understood Nan Jin Yu’s limit, so he urged Miss Zheng, "Sister, let’s go."
Miss Zheng slowly rose to her feet, casting a grievance-laden glance at Nan Jin Yu, seeing his face still cold and indifferent, she had no choice but to face reality and turn away with tear-filled eyes.
Zheng Shaochen, with a somber face, followed behind Miss Zheng. Once outside, he escorted her onto the carriage before advising, "Sister, you know your cousin’s temperament. He always dislikes closeness and is most annoyed by ladies crowding around him. That he let you in today is already a blessing, so why bother speaking excessively before him?"
It’s not surprising that cousin is annoyed, but after all, the person before him is his own sister, so Zheng Shaochen dared not speak too bluntly.
Earlier, Miss Zheng only had reddened eyes, but now she sobbed outright, "You know how I feel about cousin, don’t you? Mother is already looking into matches for me. I... if I don’t even try, how can I content myself with marrying someone else just like that?"
"Having tried this time, can you give up?" Zheng Shaochen asked.
"Wuwuwu..." Her response was Miss Zheng’s painful sobbing.
The sound made Zheng Shaochen heartbroken yet helpless.
Many have schemed for cousin’s marriage, but it’s always been a humiliating endeavor.
Even Mother had tried probing hopes of a familial alliance with the Prince Mansion and had appealed before the Prince, but nothing could be done.
Nan Jin Yu is not only the Princely Heir of the Prince Nan’an Mansion but also has an emperor uncle who adores him. Unless the Emperor bestows a marriage or he personally consents, no one dares make arrangements.
Unable to console his sister, Zheng Shaochen was anxious that Gu Nian might speak ill of him before cousin, so quickly finding an excuse, he had the carriage wait for a while and went back to the courtyard.
"Why is my fate so bitter..."
Without Zheng Shaochen, crying seemed pointless to Miss Zheng, so the maid attending her helped wipe away her tears, though her heart remained heavy, and her words did not lack complaints.
At this moment, the maid offered an idea, "Miss, if you really fancy the Princely Heir, why not seek help from the old Chief Concubine at the Prince Mansion? She’s your grandmother as well as the Princely Heir’s grandmother. If she’s willing to help you, surely the Princely Heir wouldn’t defy his grandmother’s command, would he?"