Cai Wei smiled and raised her eyebrows, laughingly said, "Tsk tsk, over on our side? Look at this—she's not even married yet, and already treating the Meng slaves as her own people. Truly, a grown-up daughter can't be kept home!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun's face reddened and said, "Look at you! I was just speaking casually, there's no other meaning. It's you who are overthinking!"
Cai Wei teased, "I've heard some people are already preparing for their grand wedding, how could I not overthink?"
Zhao Yun's face turned even redder, lowered her neck and sighed, "Miss, you know that I hadn't wanted to get married… but in the end, I still have to…"
"This is what they call fate!"
Cai Wei smiled warmly and said, "Zhao Yun, sister, even with a face like this, you can make the Young Prince so devoted to you. If your original beautiful appearance is restored, imagine how overjoyed the Young Prince would be!"
