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Yuan Yunzhong slowly put down the small dish he was holding, feeling the heat in his ears.

Was Song Jiyun asking for his opinion on them being "betrothed"?

Shouldn't that question have been initiated by him, and shouldn't he have been the first to ask it?

But this was just like Song Jiyun's nature.

She liked to have control over everything herself.

It was just that this was his first time dealing with such a matter, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond appropriately.

But he certainly hoped there would be no changes.

He leaned back on the beauty-pillow, his eyelids involuntarily drooping.

Outside the pavilion, the bluestone tiles on the ground had been thoroughly drenched by the rain, with blades of grass poking through the seams, a lush green, swaying in the wind.

"There's absolutely no need for that!" he said, his voice gentle, exuding an unusual warmth, "Having promised to be your betrothed, I will certainly keep my word and honor my commitments."