Because of this selfishness, Qin Yuan lowered her head, avoiding Gu Jinghui's eyes.
It looked as if she was admitting her mistake.
Marquis Gu, having expressed his anger, grievance, and dissatisfaction, said with his hands behind his back, "You've made such a mistake, and you show no sign of remorse?"
Qin Yuan replied, "Husband, husband, husband."
Gu Jinghui frowned, "Is that all?"
Qin Yuan leaned closer, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Husband, please don't be angry, alright?"
Gu Jinghui's sharp brows and eyes subtly curved, suppressing his smile, but maintaining a serious expression, "Say, were you jealous earlier, just like a duck with its stubborn beak? Did you not look in the mirror to see your face turned dark? Were you afraid I would get along with Princess Fu Yun? But your jealousy is justified, for I am a renowned handsome man of this dynasty. The young ladies admiring this Marquis can form a line from Dingbei Marquis Mansion to outside Yongding Gate."
