In the courtyard, a woman wearing a veil and a purple dress sat on a stone bench.
Across from her sat a handsome man in black.
The man had an evil charm about him and a smile on his face as he gazed favorably at the woman before him.
As for the two maids, they stood quietly behind the woman, like two statues.
"Qing Yu, the day after tomorrow is our wedding day. If there's anything you need, just tell me, and I'll make sure you have it," Qin Yuan said with a smile.
"Young Master Qin, please call me Sikong Qingyu. We are not yet Dao companions, we are not that close," the woman said coldly, her face showing little affection for Qin Yuan in front of her.
Ping'an, hidden in the shadows, couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.
It seemed that this woman's attitude towards Qin Yuan was even worse than he had thought.
This was indeed good news.
But a surname like Sikong?
That was an extremely rare surname.