Bai Long brushed the snow off the stone bench with his hand and sat down: "Tomorrow is the day of your marriage contract with the Qi family."
Chen Ji was somewhat dazed.
It turned out that tomorrow was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and he had been detained in the Imperial Supervision Office for so long.
Bai Long continued: "The Qi family has been spreading rumors lately; first, accusing you of being heartless, making Third Miss Qi weep bitterly every day. Second, they're broadcasting the laws regarding breach of marriage contracts, likely planning to have you exiled to Lingnan once you break the contract."
Chen Ji bit into a bun: "What does this have to do with whether I can leave or not?"
