"No way! Don't think so badly of me!" Rong Qingqing denied, turned around, and continued eating her dumplings.

Xie Jingrun didn't make things difficult for her anymore. He straightened up, sat back on the soft couch, picked up the flower tea, and slowly began to drink it.

After Rong Qingqing finished eating the steamed dumplings, she put the plate and chopsticks into the food box. When she turned around, she saw Xie Jingrun leisurely drinking tea and couldn't help but urge him, "It's really getting late. You should go back and rest. You have to get up early for court tomorrow morning."

Xie Jingrun glanced at her. "Concerned about me?"

Rong Qingqing said awkwardly, "No, I didn't."

Xie Jingrun chuckled, said nothing, finished his flower tea, and stood up. "Tomorrow I will send officials from the Ministry of Rites to the Prince's residence to deliver the betrothal gifts."

Rong Qingqing nodded. "I understand."

Xie Jingrun glanced at her, then suddenly grabbed her hand, placed something in it, and said with a warning, "Keep this safe. If you dare to return it again next time, I won't let you off so easily like this time."

The warm, smooth texture made Rong Qingqing know what it was without even looking. When she heard his words, her heart trembled, especially when she met the man's cold eyes, a chill ran through her.

She knew Xie Jingrun wasn't joking; he was serious.

She held the jade hairpin, turned away, and didn't want to say anything to him.

Xie Jingrun turned her shoulder and looked down at her scrutinizingly, "Did you hear that?"

Rong Qingqing said angrily, "I heard you, I heard you, I'm not deaf. Are you leaving or not?"

Seeing the girl's growing annoyance, Xie Jingrun suddenly lifted her chin and forcefully pressed his cold lips against hers.

Rong Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly pursed her lips to stop him from going any further.

This woman is crazy! She just finished eating and didn't even rinse her mouth...

Fortunately, Xie Jingrun only gave her a light kiss on the lips before letting go.

This time, without her prompting, he turned around and decisively jumped out of the window.

Watching the man disappear into the night, Rong Qingqing felt extremely conflicted.

She sighed, turned around and sat down on the soft couch, staring blankly at the jade hairpin in her hand.

The following day, officials from the Ministry of Rites, led by Prime Minister Shangguan Boyan, went to Prince Su's residence with generous betrothal gifts to formally propose marriage.

The endless stream of dowry carts attracted onlookers.

Although many people knew that the emperor's appointment of an empress was a grand affair, they had only heard about it and had never seen it in person.

Seeing this spectacle, everyone was speechless with astonishment.

An elderly man stroked his beard and remarked with emotion, "When the retired emperor hired Empress Situ, there wasn't this kind of grand ceremony. It seems the new emperor values ​​this future empress very much."

Someone whispered, "But I heard that Princess Su was married before..."

"Are you out of your mind? Don't talk nonsense!" the old man scolded.

The person who had spoken shrank back, no longer daring to say anything more.

Hua Yin stood in the crowd, watching the commotion with a cold gaze.

The maid Cui'er said sourly, "That Miss Rong is really lucky..."

Hua Yin glanced at her.

The maid shut her mouth in annoyance.

As her personal maid, she naturally knew what her mistress was thinking.

Seeing this scene today, how can I feel good?

"Miss, there are too many people. Let's go back first," she advised.

Hua Yin glanced at the departing wedding car one last time before turning and leaving.

The maid breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.