"Your Greatness, this is Zhang Wangji, young master of the Zhang Family." One of the palace guards stepped forward respectfully. "He requested an audience with you, but we were trying to explain that you did not wish to receive visitors today."
Ningyan immediately felt a headache coming on.
So this was Zhang Wangji. The marriage prospect.
The fleeting sense of familiarity he had felt moments ago vanished instantly.
He sighed. "Never mind."
His gaze shifted to Wangji. "I am already here."
The guards relaxed slightly.
"You may let him through."
The palace guards bowed and withdrew.
At the same time, Zhang Wangji raised a hand toward the attendants behind him. "You may leave as well."
The attendants hesitated before bowing and retreating from the garden.
Soon, only the two of them remained.
Snow drifted quietly around them.
Ningyan folded his arms inside his cloak. "I was informed about the marriage alliance earlier."
