Time flies quickly, and autumn has arrived; the villa project is almost completed.
Zhao Junyao stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance, his thoughts wandering even further.
It was time, he thought.
After being together with Qingqing for so long, it was time to have a home.
He urgently wanted to leave the Zhao Family Mansion.
That place used to be home, now it's nothing at all.
No one he loved, not a hint of warmth, only servants working mechanically.
Enough!
The servants during the Chu Dynasty were warmer than them.
All in all, he wanted to marry her.
Fortunately, in this world, a man can only marry one woman.
He didn't have a harem of women to cope with, nor did he need to marry for family alliance.
He could just marry the one person he loved most.
How wonderful, the corners of his lips lifted high.
...
It's time for work.
Xia Ruqing hurried in with her bag from outside.
Almost late again, she felt a bit annoyed.
