Xie Jue remained calm, his eyebrows and face composed under the raging snowstorm. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, leaving wet traces, and he tranquilly brushed the snow off his clothing. Upon hearing Lan Ningzhen say it was intentional, Xie Jue's mood showed little change.
A royal marriage decree?
Calling him to the Imperial Court today was for a marriage decree?
Then his life would most likely be in grave danger!
"A royal decree for marriage? Are you mad?" Lan Ningzhen frowned. "I make decisions about my own marriage! The King had long agreed with my father on this—what does forcing it mean?"
