Lu Shiyan was startled: "Zhaozhao and Cui Ji are mutually willing? What do you mean?"
Lu Ying retrieved two broken pieces of a wooden hairpin from her sleeve and casually discarded them on the ground: "She's been wearing this worthless trinket daily over the past few months."
The wooden hairpin's simplicity was starkly out of place in the grand and austere Imperial Study.
Lu Shiyan glanced at it briefly and immediately understood: "Cui Ji gave it to her?"
Since childhood, Zhaozhao had loved only jewels and precious metals. She'd rather wear no ornaments than stoop to don something so cheap.
Yet she had worn this wooden hairpin on her head, and for months on end…
His hands silently clenched into fists, and Lu Shiyan gritted his teeth: "She cannot be with Cui Ji!"
Who does Cui Ji think he is?!
Merely a destitute scholar from a humble background!
He couldn't even afford a golden hairpin but dared to give her a wooden one!
What else could he possibly offer Zhaozhao?!
