If not for Zhang Miaoyu bringing it up, Zhao Yang would have nearly forgotten about Yan Yunting.
Back then, she had loved Yan Yunting so desperately that she even cast aside her noble status as a princess to vie for his affection against a girl from a minor family.
Over the years, Zhao Yang had matured greatly, no longer fixated on petty romantic entanglements. Looking back, she realized how childish and laughable her past self had been.
"I will never marry him," Zhao Yang said calmly.
Zhang Miaoyu tilted her head. "But didn't Your Highness swear you'd marry no one else?"
Princess Zhao Yang was now twenty-three, yet she remained unmarried—a fact that baffled many. The Emperor had tried several times to arrange a marriage for her, even selecting suitable candidates, but Zhao Yang refused them all.
Rumors spread that she was waiting for Yan Yunting's return, hence her reluctance to wed.
