The handsome figure of Tuoba strode in from outside the hall. He must have just come out of the Golden Palace. He was still wearing a purple official robe and a black official hat. His imposing aura made people dare not look directly at him.

Jiang Shiyuan was about to lower her head, but Pei Che looked towards her and caught her gaze on the spot.

At this moment, with every step and the flutter of her clothes, the thin scent of ambergris suddenly became clear and rich.

Like a wild horse running restlessly in the wilderness, it rushed directly from Jiang Shiyuan's nose into her brain and crushed her brains.

What's going on?

Why did the perfume she prepared for Pei Ziye appear on Pei Che's body?

She was sure that her perfume was unique in the capital.

Did Pei Ziye pass her gift of incense on to Pei Che, or?

A possibility that had never been thought of suddenly popped up in Jiang Shiyuan's mind.

Some fragments that she had never noticed before suddenly gathered into one sentence in her mind at an unstoppable speed:

Her marriage partner is not Pei Ziye,

It's Pei Che! ! ! !

Master Pei was her fiancé, so when they first met, he said that he had full authority and finalized the marriage with just a few words! !

Jiang Shiyuan didn't even have time to be shocked, his face was already hot as if it was about to boil.

If Pei Che is her fiancé...

Who was that? Her fiancé offered to escort her back home, but she refused. Then she openly asked another man to escort her in front of him?

It's her! Jiang Shiyuan! !

Ahhhhh!

She even told Pei Ziye that she would not interfere with Pei Ziye's private life!

How can you be so shameful? !

Jiang Shiyuan lowered his head, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself on the spot.

Pei Che had already arrived in front of the body, and someone wanted to put his head in the body, and the quail-like appearance was also in full view.

Pei Che withdrew his gaze from Jiang Shiyuan's two red ears that seemed to be dripping with blood.

When Concubine Jiang saw Pei Che coming in, Jiang Shiyuan blushed. She thought she was shy and said hurriedly, "Yuan'er, the hibiscus flowers in the imperial garden are blooming. Go and cut a few branches for your aunt."

Jiang Shiyuan felt as if he had been pardoned, and hurriedly responded and left.

After Jiang Shiyuan walked from Zhuixia Palace to the hibiscus flowers in the Imperial Garden and made sure that she had not revealed any flaws in the past few days and that no one else knew that she had made a mistake, Jiang Shiyuan's brain began to digest another thing - the fact that Pei Che was her future husband.

Was it Pei Che three years ago?

Three years ago, she resisted being arranged and liked Chen Luchu, so when her aunt mentioned the marriage, she interrupted her and rejected it bluntly.

She never thought that the person the Pei family wanted to marry her was Pei Che.

How could it be Pei Che?

The emperor's important minister, the current imperial tutor, a child of destiny, her former teacher, no matter which one, she felt that there was an insurmountable gap between her and Pei Che, and she would never dare to think of Pei Che even if she was beaten to death!

Compared to this, the most bizarre thing is that Pei Che actually agreed to this marriage.

Pei Che didn't look like someone who would be arranged to marry her, so why would he agree to marry her?

"What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Shiyuan was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice there was another person beside him until the voice rang out.

Along with the voice, there was also the ambergris on his body. The passionate and unrestrained fragrance emanated from Pei Che, revealing an indescribable sense of frivolity and absurdity.

When Jiang Shiyuan smelled the fragrance, he felt very uncomfortable.

He didn't want to answer, but when he looked up, he saw Pei Che looking at him, and there was no way to avoid it.

"I think... this fragrance is quite suitable for you, Master." Jiang Shiyuan pretended nothing had happened.

"Really?" Pei Che's deep eyes flashed with a hint of teasing.

As soon as Pei Che opened his mouth, Jiang Shiyuan had the answer.

Sure enough, he could hide it from others, but not from Pei Che.

Pei Che must have seen it!

So the question is, how can she get rid of the current Grand Tutor quietly? ?

Is it poisonous? Assassination? Accidental drowning?

Jiang Shiyuan calculated frantically, and when he finally concluded that the possibility of getting rid of Pei Che was zero, Jiang Shiyuan accepted his fate.

After accepting his fate, Jiang Shiyuan was glad that she didn't ask.

She didn't dare to think about what a joke it would be if she had openly asked Pei Ziye's name in the hall just now.

After a long time, Jiang Shiyuan calmed down.

She couldn't help but look up at the man next to her: "Master Pei, can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Shiyuan looked up at him with a respectful attitude, just like he did in the school of Luming Academy ten years ago.

"Yeah." Pei Che nodded.

"Master, do you have any evidence against my aunt?"

Jiang Shiyuan asked sincerely.

Pei Che pursed his lips and chuckled: "Is this why you think your proposed marriage partner is Pei Ziye?"

Jiang Shiyuan's expression froze, and his face, which had just cooled down, suddenly turned red again!

Do! Lose! he!

Now! immediately!

She was grateful to him in her heart just now, how could he expose it directly?

Jiang Shiyuan was getting angry, and suddenly he glanced over and saw Pei Che frowning slightly, rubbing his brows with his fingers calmly.

Jiang Shiyuan suddenly remembered a little thing from long ago——

Ten years ago, Pei Che taught at Luming Academy. The sisters in the academy always ran into Mr. Pei intentionally or unintentionally, and then left behind a handkerchief or a sachet of their own intentionally or unintentionally.

Every time Pei Che saw these sachets and handkerchiefs, he had this look on his face.

So... Pei Che can't stand incense?

He couldn't stand the smell, but today he had to endure such a strong smell...

Jiang Shiyuan's heartstrings moved slightly.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Shiyuan asked in a low voice, "Master Pei, do you usually read storybooks?"

Pei Che's brows were furrowed just now, but as soon as they relaxed, he shook his head.

Jiang Shiyuan smiled, "So this is why you think "The Story of the Hairpin" is just a Mandarin version?"

Pei Che didn't understand, he stared at her with a slightly frown, waiting for her to explain.

It's rare to see this kind of expression on this face.

Jiang Shiyuan feels very accomplished.

Come on, we're even.

Moreover, when Jiang Shiyuan thought of the upright and cold Master Pei going to court with a frivolous look, he wanted to laugh for some reason.

Jiang Shiyuan didn't explain and turned around to pick flowers.

Pei Che glanced sideways, looking at Jiang Shiyuan with a look of gloating in his eyes, then turned around and tiptoed to climb the high branches. The branches trembled and slid through her fingertips again and again.

Pei Che walked over, but didn't bend it directly, but pressed down the branch.

The branches of flowers hung straight down, and fell beside Jiang Shiyuan's hands.

This way, you can reach it easily without having to stand on tiptoe.

Jiang Shiyuan glanced sideways, along the hanging flower branch, and secretly glanced at the man beside him.

The crane-like pine-like posture is elegant and extraordinary.

The sun was shining brightly, and Jiang Shiyuan felt dazed.

She is going to marry Master Pei.