Cui Wen Jing left.
Zhao Changhe sat alone in the pavilion, drinking foolishly, his gaze still dull.
How did things turn out this way... Wasn't I here to refuse?
Could something be wrong... The last proposal was clearly meant to give the Cui Family a way out, at the moment it could be explained away, and after three years everyone could act as if nothing had happened. Shouldn't you, Cui Wen Jing, have taken the opportunity to wrap this up?
But how did it get twisted like this... Yet it seems like all the words were my own, and the other party was already quite agreeable...
To be honest, Zhao Changhe couldn't even dare to imagine that the person he just talked to was the ninth on the Heavenly List, the master of an Aristocratic Family. There was not a hint of oppressive aura to be found, except for a few initial attempts at setting the tone, the rest was just a concerned father, negotiating and friendly.