Outside the courtyard walls of the Marquis Xuanping Mansion, Lu Ziyuan stood restlessly for a moment, unable to help but turn his head and ask the close confidant behind him, "Do you think... Did I make a mistake?"
He could see how unwilling the young lady was when she agreed. She was wary of his reckless intrusion into her boudoir and had no choice but to agree to wait for his return.
But if he doesn't go tonight, by daybreak he will leave the Capital, with no set return date.
At least a few months will pass, and now they no longer have a marriage contract, with another man coveting her; how could he dare to gamble?
Mingjian, who had been by his side since childhood, had never seen him in such a state of hesitation and anxiety, felt slightly melancholic and said, "The master has not done wrong, don't overthink it. Miss Xie's feelings for you are sincere and heartfelt, how could she really bear to be truly angry with you."
...Sincere and heartfelt.
