Su Yingxue's expression was stiff, the corners of her mouth twitching uncontrollably, "Do I... have that many admirers?"
"Of course, Miss, you are the wife every man in the Great Cheng Dynasty dreams of," Zhilan said with a rising sense of pride that now showed itself again.
It seemed to her that being Su Yingxue's maid was the greatest honor of her life.
Chu Chengye, in his moon-white brocade robe, had a refined and scholarly appearance with facial features that somewhat resembled Chu Yihan's. His gaze, however, was much warmer, embodying a modest gentleman, ethereal as jade.
Before Su Yingxue stood such a celestial-like man, being so gentle towards her, she found it hard to believe it was real.
She politely declined, "There's no need to trouble yourself; Zhilan and I will return on our own."
Thinking she had been polite enough, without saying anything to hurt his feelings, Chu Chengye nevertheless looked hurt, "Yingxue, have you... grown so weary of me already?"
