Jiang Qingyao stared at him blankly, and then heard He Zheng say lightly, "Come here." His voice was cold, but it was not a commanding tone, so it would not make people uncomfortable.
There were not many people on the street, but their eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the luxurious carriages.
Jiang Qingyao didn't act pretentiously when she heard this. She quickly stepped forward, opened the curtain, stepped into the carriage, and said softly, "Greetings, Marquis Anguo."
The carriage was much more spacious than she had imagined. The Qiongqi incense burner emitted a faint fragrance, like the scent of pine snow, cool and refreshing.
There was a gold-thread cushion where she sat, which felt of excellent texture. A pot of fragrant tea and snacks were placed on the small table in front of her. Opposite her was the Marquis of Anguo, who was holding a teacup.
He Zheng showed no emotion on his face and made her a cup of tea.
Jiang Qingyao wasn't sure what he meant. If he came to break off the engagement, there was no need to meet her alone. He could just discuss it with his grandmother and father.
Moreover, with the status of Marquis of Anguo, the marriage could be cancelled at any time, and even the Ningyuan Earl's Mansion did not dare to refuse.
Jiang Qingyao stared at him with her dark eyes, took a breath and asked, "Is Marquis Anguo here for our marriage?"
"Um."
He Zheng moved his lips: "Miss Jiang, are you willing to be the wife of the Marquis?"
hiss!
Jiang Qingyao was holding the teacup. She was not burned by it, but was startled by his words.
She paused.
This... Marquis Anguo actually asked for her opinion first? But does her opinion matter?
Everyone else thought that marrying the Marquis of Anguo was a great honor, and she should be overjoyed and crying with fear, but no one cared about her thoughts.
The Marquis of Anguo was indeed a man of noble character, not one who cared only about his own thoughts. If it were He Huaixuan, he wouldn't care about the lives of others, but only about his own happiness and his own desires.
Seeing that she didn't respond, He Zheng said again: "If Miss Jiang needs time to think about it, you can reply another day."
Jiang Qingyao raised her eyes to look at him and said simply, "No, no need. I can answer now. I am willing."
A trace of emotion flashed across He Zheng's eyes. He heard her say that she liked him at Fenglai Teahouse that day, but he knew that was not true.
As for why she said that, it was probably because she wanted to reassure the Xue family.
Now that she answered so frankly and directly, He Zheng was silent for a moment, and a hint of interest appeared on his usually cold and reserved face.
"Why?"
Jiang Qingyao was also unequivocal and said bluntly: "Although marriage is decided by parents and matchmakers, if I have a choice, I still hope to choose someone who satisfies me."
Everything goes as planned?
Is he satisfied with this?
He Zheng's indifferent brows moved slightly, and as he sniffed the fragrance of the tea, the domineering aura around him faded away.
Jiang Qingyao thought that after the engagement was broken off, her grandmother and father would definitely choose a bad husband for her. Instead of being passive, it would be better to take the initiative in her own hands.
Besides, the ill-fated relationship with He Huaixuan in her previous life left a deep shadow on her.
Not only did He Huaixuan raise a child for others for nothing, he also kept a bunch of women outside. He thought he had concealed it well, but in fact, several of them ran up to her to provoke her and gave her a cold look.
Jiang Qingyao was really fed up with this kind of life. Her husband was having affairs outside and even had children with concubines for her. With a man like Marquis Anguo, this kind of thing would never happen.
Marquis Anguo was truly infertile and had no interest in women. It was never heard that he had any involvement with any woman. Even when the emperor wanted to marry his princess to him, he refused.
It would be much happier to live with a man who is extremely abstinent and dedicated to his career.
Wouldn’t it be nice to live your life again and focus on your career?
Jiang Qingyao was extremely satisfied with him and whispered, "There is no better candidate than the Marquis."
He Zheng's eyes were deep, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.
I never expected that one day a little girl would tell me that she was everything she wanted and that there was no one better than him.
Is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family so sweet-mouthed?
"Okay, got it."
Now that everything is settled, then everything is fine? Can she leave now?
Jiang Qingyao left the cushion and looked like she was about to leave, but He Zheng pushed a rosewood carved wooden box towards her.
"What is this?" Jiang Qingyao was stunned.
"Specialty." He Zheng said lightly.
Anyway, the fact that Marquis Anguo faked his death was known to both of them, so it wasn't surprising that he brought back some local specialties when he went on business trips abroad. But isn't that something only husband and wife do?
Wait, they are now considered an engaged couple, so that’s pretty much it.
Jiang Qingyao took the wooden box, thanked him, and got off the carriage.
"Xifeng, let's go." He Zheng's voice sounded.
The young man in gray who was guarding outside the carriage nodded to Jiang Qingyao, stepped into the carriage, took a look at the cushion, and moved it away silently. This was prepared for Miss Jiang.
When they returned to Huajianju, the maids put down their work and gathered around. Zhitao was the first to ask, "Miss, who did you see just now?"
Jiang Qingyao opened the rosewood box and said lightly, "Marquis Anguo."
"hiss--"
The maids all gasped. Marquis Anguo actually came to see the young lady. What was he doing here?
At this moment, Jiang Qingyao finally saw the "specialty" in the box, and her eyes lit up, "It's actually Meitan Cuiya."
"Meitan Cuiya, also known as Queshe Tea among the people, is a tribute tea, exclusively enjoyed by the royal family and nobles."
“Something money can’t buy.”
The maids were shocked. Such a precious thing was clearly a reward from the emperor, but Marquis Anguo actually gave it to the young lady?
Jiang Qingyao didn't expect that the specialty that Marquis Anguo mentioned was actually a specialty brought back from the palace.
Ning was delighted: "Marquis Anguo is thoughtful."
Jiang Qingyao was puzzled. "How did Marquis Anguo know that I like tea? Did Siyu tell him?"
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