He was even more reluctant to let others carry her.
When he got closer, he looked at her and wanted to ask her in a low voice, "Are you really going to marry him?" but he didn't ask.
"Yining, I'm already engaged." He said calmly, "It's with Xie Yun, the second granddaughter of Lord Xie."
He still wants to marry Xie Yun in this life!
But Xie Yun didn't like him at all.
Thinking of Xie Yun's proud and bright face, Yi Ning couldn't help but say, "Alang, have you... have you thought it through?"
"Xie Yun and I are a good match," Cheng Lang said with a smile. "We have similar family backgrounds and talents. Her grandfather is also interested in me. What's wrong with that?" His tone was a little heavier. "If you think she's not good, then who do you think is good...who do you want me to marry?"
Xie Yun couldn't have a better choice besides him. She didn't like him anyway, so it didn't matter who she married. After Xie Yun figured this out, she wasn't so resistant anymore. Later, Old Master Cheng took the opportunity to arrange the marriage. When the Empress was told about the marriage, she was overjoyed and said she would make it a big deal, as she only had this pampered niece. She wanted to give her everything she had.
Yi Ning took a deep breath. She had always cared about him as a junior. After all, she loved him very much when he was a child. But what was this?
She took a step back, her tone becoming lighter: "I really have no right to say anything about you right now. I won't say anything."
When Cheng Lang heard this, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
He grabbed her hand and lowered his posture a little: "Don't be angry, I didn't say those things on purpose, I don't want to make you angry." He asked in a gentle tone, "...I will carry you to the sedan chair later, okay?"
How could Cheng Lang be so humble in front of others? Only in front of her. Yi Ning knew this; it wasn't like she knew nothing.
Because I know this, I feel like I'm being pricked by thousands of needles, and it hurts so much that I don't know what to say.
She didn't like the way he was trying to compromise. She wasn't used to it either.
At this time, Mrs. Wei called Fang Song to come to her. It was almost noon, and she had to eat a bowl of lotus seed soup. Otherwise, she would have to leave in a sedan chair and would not be able to eat for the whole day. How could she bear it?
Yining said goodbye to Cheng Lang and had just walked across the covered bridge when the outer courtyard suddenly rang out with the sounds of firecrackers, gongs and drums.
The maid beside her smiled and said to her, "Miss, it's the bride-in-law's wedding procession coming over!"
Yining couldn't help but look towards the front yard.
He came... so soon?
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