In the distance, Li Yuan saw the coldly charming aristocratic woman sitting elegantly in the late wind by the lotus pond. Clearly, she hadn't specially dressed for the occasion.
She wasn't anticipating his arrival.
On the stone table, in the incense burner, aromatic chips were burning.
The lofty, cold fragrance permeated the air, clinging to the woman's dress.
"Greetings, Miss Cui."
Li Yuan saluted.
This was different from his relationship with Lady Yan or the landlady; she was a marriage proposal match, thus a natural distance existed between them, even if forcefully closed, it still required "courtesy" to maintain this distance.
"I heard, Sir, you have great talent in the art of weapon crafting, please continue your hard work." Princess Consort Yin gave him a polite glance, then spoke courteously.
Li Yuan replied, "I will inherit Master Zhu's skills as soon as possible, and then marry Miss Cui into my family."
