There is no one she cannot get, and the more she cannot get him/her, the crazier Wei Jing becomes.
Having studied and practiced calligraphy since childhood, she was obviously better than boys, which determined Wei Jing's vision. Only Xie Zhao was worthy of her.
Minister Wei couldn't bear to see his daughter's stubborn obsession, so he advised, "Although Xie Zhao is talented, he is aloof and aloof. He is naturally lacking in the sentimentality of young men and women. If you marry into the Xie family, you might become the second Jiang Yuzhu."
Wei Jing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief: "Dad, don't you think that only a man like Xie Zhao is worthy of your daughter's sincere trust?"
"Xie Zhao's indifference towards Jiang Yuzhu is because he doesn't like her, doesn't care about her, and doesn't pay any attention to her. When he meets a woman he likes, he will want to possess her more than any other man, even more crazily!"
Xie Zhao abstinence is because no one has ever lit that thread, and once it is lit, it will be out of control.
Wei Jing is looking forward to the day when she will be Xie Zhao's only one.
Men in Da Qi who have a little wealth are always thinking about having affairs, and those who keep themselves clean are rare.
For a man like Xie Zhao, everything Wei Jing does is worth it, no one can compare to him!
In just a few hours, the news of the arranged marriage had spread throughout the streets and alleys.
Jiang Yuzhu was at Xie's residence, listening to Hong Li's vivid description: "The moment Wei Jing received the imperial edict, an incredible light flashed in her eyes. She spat out a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness..."
Not only did Hongli's voice fluctuate, he also covered his chest with one hand and made a blood-spurting gesture.
Jiang Yuzhu was sipping tea and said with a smile, "Hongli, keep making up your story. It's a bit exaggerated, but it's quite interesting."
Hongli paused and said angrily, "Madam, this has spread all over the place, and it's not something I made up!"
The master and servant were joking around when Xie Zhao, remembering that Jiang Yuzhu was not feeling well, returned home early for the first time ever and came over with a food box. "Madam, have some Tremella and Snow Clam Soup to nourish yourself."
Jiang Yuzhu looked alert as if facing a great enemy: "Master, did you poison me?"
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