Mei Lin's troubles were actually quite simple.
She had run into that detestable man again—the one who had once pursued her, telling her he liked her more than anyone. At the time, Mei Lin had thought he came to her with a sincere heart—
And even though the man wasn't particularly outstanding, she had been a little moved.
Such ardent affection was a rare and precious thing.
No one knew that she had come so close to wavering because of his pursuit.
Until one day, by chance, she overheard the men from some minor noble circles talking about her. It was only snippets of conversation, but it was enough for Mei Lin to piece everything together.
Something about the Duke's only daughter being spoiled, arrogant, and having a bad personality. That she was high-maintenance with nothing but a pretty face, but marrying her was as good as marrying the duchy itself, and so on and so forth.
