As expected, by 7 a.m., Marquis Weiyuan Duan Rongjing appeared right on time at Qingfeng Courtyard. Perhaps due to last night's events, his face was no longer as rigid when facing Zhong Lan.
Zhong Lan's cheeks were flushed, and she felt somewhat shy as she faced him, "Marquis, shall we go now?"
This time, Duan Rongjing finally displayed a hint of tenderness, yet his face remained expressionless, almost as if he was handling official matters: "You and I are husband and wife, there's no need for such grand formalities in the future."
Zhong Lan promptly responded: "Yes."
She was not a pedantic person. Although Marquis Weiyuan held a high rank, from now on, they would be husband and wife. Being too meticulous might create a distance between them.
"Let's go, Grandmother is probably up by now." Duan Rongjing said, then strode forward rapidly.
Zhong Lan was a woman with less stamina than a man, and soon her complexion grew pale as she hurriedly followed him.
