Since Hongli had been complained about by Mingyu, he returned home dejected and lost his appetite for several days. Although Mingyu's father told him that he would not let Mingyu act childishly again, he sent people to the Fucha Mansion every day, but Mingyu still returned the letters unopened.
Today, the servant ran back excitedly. Hongli, seeing this, thought the letter had finally been sent and hurriedly grabbed the servant, asking excitedly, "Did Mingyu receive the letter? Did she bring any message back?"
The servant sighed, took the letter out of his sleeve, and handed it to Hongli.
Hongli took it and saw that it was the letter he had written earlier, which he hadn't even opened.
Hongli threw the letter on the table in disappointment, plopped down on his stool, and kept banging the head of his chair against the edge of the table, muttering, "What to do? Mingyu is really angry this time..."
The servant couldn't bear to see his master in such a sorry state, so he pouted and muttered to himself, "Just a few days ago, I sent a maid to tell Princess Mingyu that she wasn't home. These past two days, the gates haven't been opened, and I haven't been able to step into the Fucha residence even once..."
Hongli was even more disappointed after hearing this, and he propped his head up with his hand: "They won't see me, they won't listen to my explanations, and now they won't even read my letters, what am I supposed to do..."
"Oh, by the way, Fourth Prince, I saw a newly opened restaurant on my way back today. I heard the chef came from the Western Regions. I saw the business was booming, so I came back to report to you. Why don't we go and try it? You haven't eaten properly for so many days. If this continues, Princess Mingyu will be fine, but you'll get sick from worry..."
The servant bowed obsequiously to Hongli, trying to change the subject and cheer him up. Unexpectedly, Hongli slapped the servant on the forehead, making him tremble in pain.
"Eat, eat, eat... You know about eating... I haven't even solved the important matter..." Hongli was troubled, scratching his head in thought: "Mingyu must have misunderstood my relationship with Xueying, and Father took it upon himself to propose marriage to the Duke of Ying's mansion for me, otherwise Mingyu would definitely not treat me like this..."
The servant pouted, holding his head, and said, "The one who tied the knot must untie it. What's the use of sending letters every day? If there's a misunderstanding, clear it up quickly. Since Princess Mingyu is unhappy because of Princess Xueying, and you don't want to marry Princess Xueying, why don't you explain things clearly to Princess Xueying? Wouldn't that make everyone happy? Princess Mingyu will also know your feelings and naturally won't hold a grudge against you anymore..."
Hongli rolled his eyes at the servant and said, "You think it's so easy to break off an engagement? First of all, Father doesn't agree!"
The servant immediately lowered his head and said no more, but his words still gave Hongli a thought.
Hongli ran all the way to the front of Ulanara's residence, but hesitated whether to go in.
Hongli hesitated, turning back as he was about to sell the item. But then he thought, "No, I can't explain this to Mingyu without making things clear. Besides, Fourth Prince Consort has always been at odds with Mother, and even Hongshi doesn't get along with me, so I can't marry another woman from the Ulanara clan."
Hongli turned around, looked at the gate of the Ulanara Mansion, took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and said to himself, "I must explain clearly today, I can't be a coward anymore." He took two steps and then stopped, lowered his head and sighed, "But how do I get in? Am I supposed to say I'm here to annul the engagement?" Hongli anxiously grabbed his hair with both hands and spun around in place.
"Fourth Prince... what are you doing? Why are you circling around in front of our gate..." Hongli turned around and stood in front of Xueying's personal maid, A'luo.
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