"Yes, thank you for your concern, Your Highness."
After saying that, Luo Jiu brushed Liang Ye's hand away and moved away from him without leaving a trace.
If Luo Jiu couldn't see through Liang Ye's little scheme after this little incident on the carriage, then she would truly be blind.
As soon as she got off the carriage, Luo Jiu wanted nothing more than to get as far away from him as possible. If she couldn't afford to offend him, couldn't she at least avoid him?
However, Liang Ye seemed unaware of Luo Jiu's deliberate avoidance. Instead, he stepped forward and draped his robe, which was inlaid with gold thread, over Luo Jiu's shoulders.
"This is all we have. Put it on quickly. If Miss Luo gets sick when she gets home, the Prime Minister will blame me."
This was Liang Ye's excuse for currying favor. He spoke so grandly, but even Luo Chentian wouldn't dare to rebuke him to his face.
He was the ruler, and Luo Chentian was the subject. That old fox, Luo Chentian, understood the difference between ruler and subject perfectly well.
Since it was Liang Ye who brought her out, Luo Jiu wouldn't embarrass him again and again.
She adjusted her robe slightly and said tactfully, "Then thank you very much, Third Prince."
"Shh!"
"You should call me 'Young Master' when we're out."
The two walked side by side down the street. The crowded street was not suitable for a carriage.
The shouts from the crowd, the aroma wafting from the steamed bun shop, the lively atmosphere filled with the scent of life—everything seemed so familiar.
Afraid that the crowded people would bump into Luo Jiu, Liang Ye slowly put his hand on Luo Jiu's shoulder. From behind, it looked like Luo Jiu was being held in Liang Ye's arms, looking like a little bird nestled in his arms.
No matter how much Luo Jiu hinted or suggested, Liang Ye never removed his hand from her body, which made Luo Jiu feel inexplicably disgusted.
She had never seen such a shameless person. If it weren't for maintaining her public image, Luo Jiu would have left him right now.
Luo Jiu's silent endurance only emboldened Liang Ye, who practically wanted to pull Luo Jiu into his arms.
Just then, a red embroidered ball fell from the sky and landed steadily in Liang Ye's direction.
Royal children have always practiced martial arts since childhood. With a simple gesture, Liang Ye caught the embroidered ball firmly in his hand.
At the same time, a series of noisy sounds came from the crowd. When Liang Ye turned around, he found that the two of them had somehow ended up in the middle of a matchmaking event where people were choosing a husband by throwing a bridal bouquet.
Not far away, there was a temporary pavilion with red ribbons covering its vermilion railings, creating a festive and joyful atmosphere.
A woman dressed in a red phoenix coronet and embroidered robe stood in the high pavilion. Her phoenix eyes secretly glanced at Liang Ye. When she saw that he was also looking at her, she was half shy and half happy, and her cheeks quickly turned red.
In the Southern Liang Dynasty, when a woman reached the age of marriage, she was eligible to marry, and throwing an embroidered ball was once a means for women to choose a husband. If they did not want to follow their parents' wishes and the words of matchmakers, they could throw the embroidered ball from their boudoir on the day of their coming-of-age ceremony, leaving their beloved to the matchmaker to decide.
Liang Ye caught the embroidered ball, still not understanding what was happening. He held the ball and twirled it in his hand several times.
Luo Jiu could only vaguely see Liang Ye accept something, and then she heard a commotion around her. She asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I just happened to catch a hydrangea."
Liang Ye's tone was somewhat nonchalant, but what he said greatly surprised Luo Jiu.
"Young master in purple downstairs, please wait a moment. May I ask your age, where you live, and whether your parents are still alive?"
A little girl in a yellow dress stood beside the woman on the pavilion. She was small in stature but had a loud voice, like a firecracker, bombarding her with a string of questions without stopping.
Liang Ye raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. Just as Luo Jiu thought he was about to immediately welcome this young lady home, she heard him say:
"I already have a wife at home, so I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Miss. The sun is shining brightly here, so would you mind throwing your embroidered ball again? You're sure to find a good man."
The onlookers, who had been waiting to disperse, were surprised by this unexpected turn of events and became eager to show off their prowess in front of the beauty.
Upon hearing this, Luo Jiu silently wanted to get as far away from him as possible. What kind of scumbag was this? He ruined someone's marriage selection process, showed no respect whatsoever, and even encouraged her to try again?
The young woman seemed surprised to be humiliated like that. She immediately felt embarrassed.
Am I beautiful? Who is more beautiful, me or your wife?
Upon hearing this, Luo Jiu's expression of amusement became even more pronounced, a look of schadenfreude on her face. Were people in ancient times this open-minded? I've learned something new.
In contrast, Liang Ye remained calm and composed, showing he had seen it all before.
"Miss is undeniably beautiful."
"If that's the case, then why can't I be your wife?"
Luo Jiu laughed, unable to contain herself. This girl's personality is truly so forthright; she's of marriageable age, yet she acts like a child.
"Young master, you are truly blessed with good fortune. If that woman is sincere, you should marry her."
Liang Ye was at a loss and hadn't thought of how to answer when he heard the woman's voice coming from the high-rise building: "Are you this young master's wife?"
"Although you are not particularly good-looking and have some eye problems, since you are the young master's wife, I will respectfully call you 'elder sister' when I marry into the family."
Luo Jiu's lips twitched uncontrollably, not understanding how this had gotten to her. Should I say you're magnanimous, or that you're clueless?
This time, it was Liang Ye who became the spectator, watching the farce unfold without making any attempt to stop it.
If that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite.
Luo Jiu smiled, her clear voice escaping her lips: "Miss, I'm just this young master's friend, but..."
"He already has a legal wife and countless concubines. I hope you won't give your heart to the wrong man."
The young lady hadn't expected Liang Ye to be this kind of person, and without giving Luo Jiu's words a second thought, her face darkened instantly, and she stormed off in anger.
The play was over, and the audience gradually dispersed. As they left, they all glared at Liang Ye with resentment. He had ruined what should have been a proper matchmaking event.
The festive embroidered tower suddenly became eerily quiet.
“Miss Luo, I don’t have countless concubines at home. You’ve ruined one of my marriages. How can you explain this? Why don’t you compensate me with another one?” Liang Ye wasn’t angry that his reputation had been tarnished. Instead, he joked with Luo Jiu with great interest.
"I think I only helped you get rid of a bad romantic prospect. If you really want to marry her, then I'll go with you to propose marriage right now?"
Upon hearing this, Liang Ye remained silent, only looking at Luo Jiu with a cryptic smile.
As Luo Jiu disembarked from the carriage to return to the Prime Minister's residence, Liang Ye grabbed her arm.
“Miss Luo Jiu, I don’t want to marry her, but I really want to marry you.”
Liang Ye stared intently at Luo Jiu, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.
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