"It's all my fault. If I hadn't hidden in the tree, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Unable to bear seeing her blame herself so much, Mingyi smiled and comforted her, "As long as you're alright, that's all that matters. My little injury is nothing to worry about. I'll recover quickly by following the doctor's advice."

He comforted her gently, and Rong Yu finally relaxed her brow. Remembering the important matter, she mustered her courage and said, "Yesterday, Lejur told me that if someone were to propose to me, he would no longer be engaged to me."

Upon hearing this, Mingyi was taken aback. "He really said that?"

"Yes! Absolutely true!"

Rong Yu looked confident, but Mingyi thought it was unlikely. The Manchu-Mongol marriage alliance was the rule, and how could Lejur easily break the rule? Even if he agreed, the Darhan King would not agree!

Just as Mingyi was wondering, he suddenly heard Rong Yu say, "Actually... I wanted to ask you, are you... willing to propose to me?"

"Propose marriage?" Mingyi was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment!

“Yes! As long as you propose to me, I won’t have to marry into Mongolia.” Rong Yu was eagerly awaiting his answer, but he didn’t respond for a long time. She noticed that Mingyi’s eyes were deep and he seemed to be thinking about something.

His brows were furrowed, and there was not a trace of joy on his face. This reaction made Rong Yu's heart sink.

"Do you not like me, that's why you don't want to propose?"

Mingyi felt increasingly uneasy. "Princess, this matter isn't as simple as you think. If I propose marriage, the Emperor definitely won't agree. The Emperor has always advocated for political alliances; how could he possibly allow you to marry me?"

At this moment, Rong Yu only wanted to hear his true thoughts and didn't want to consider anything else.

"Never mind all that. I just want to know how you feel about me. Do you like me? Are you willing to get engaged to me?"