Right now, Xie Wanqing doesn't dare to say she understands Lu Ziyuan at all.
She can't even imagine what Lu Ziyuan would do when he learns that she's going to marry someone else.
"If Mingjian delivers the news to Yunzhou today..." She paused, furrowing her brows tightly and said angrily, "How did Mingjian know I got into your carriage?"
Pei Yuqing reached out to smooth the hair on her forehead, smiling casually, "Maybe there's someone from your household keeping watch at the door."
The hand moved from her forehead down to her shoulder, and Xie Wanqing felt the hand on her right shoulder slightly tighten. She stiffened for a moment, letting him pull her into his embrace.
The familiar Buddha Hand Fragrance filled the air, and she took a shallow sniff, listening to the man's steady heartbeat, but her thoughts were on Lu Ziyuan.
He was right; the current Lu Ziyuan could very well have someone stationed at her door.
