Wen Wan was about to leave when Zhao Shuo called out to her.
He stepped forward, bowed to her, and then looked up, with a hint of pleading in his eyes as he spoke to Wen Wan, "I heard the Commandery Princess accepted my mother, the Princess Consort's invitation to help select a Heir Consort for me."
Wen Wan said nothing, which was taken as a silent acknowledgment.
Zhao Shuo said, "Could the Commandery Princess help me postpone today's selection?"
Wen Wan was slightly surprised, and listened as Zhao Shuo continued, "I know my own physical condition well. If I were to marry, I would surely squander that young lady's whole life; things are fine the way they are now."
Those eyes were too clear to hold even the slightest shadow of calculation.
Wen Wan suddenly dared not look, slightly averting her gaze, "You're already sixteen years old, of marrying age, so it's understandable that the Prince and Princess Consort would arrange a selection for you."
