"Commandery Princess, please—" Seeing Zheng Congyuan leave, Zong Yunqian breathed a sigh of relief. He always felt that Zheng Congyuan's gaze upon him carried scrutiny and inquiry, which put a lot of pressure on Zong Yunqian.
Prince Duan intervened, but since he had personally acknowledged this arranged marriage, and seeing that Zong Yunqian had not acted out of line from beginning to end, he eventually considered it a stroke of good fortune that Nian Ru might never be able to cultivate in her lifetime.
Zheng Nianru was silent, staring blankly at the night sky outside. Why did Zheng Congyuan come? Did he know what happened at Xingqing Hall? Was that why he hurried over to comfort her, but why was he angry?
Zheng Nianru could easily sense that Zheng Congyuan was angry. It was during his final departure, the way he turned and swept his sleeves—barely noticeable, yet Zheng Nianru could feel that anger.