Wen Wan thought about the scene when the two of them would meet again, and her face uncontrollably turned rosy. She bashfully said, "I went out during the day just to see him."
Seeing his daughter's shy demeanor, Zhao Xunyin understood immediately and happily said, "What did I say before? The Third Son is just steady in nature, not stupid. If he could just watch you marry off to Bei Yan, he'd be giving up on you, and you'd be left crying!"
Wen Wan scoffed lightly, "He's already refused me outright. I don't want to marry that scoundrel!"
Zhao Xunyin raised an eyebrow, "So what did the two of you decide? If he doesn't let you go, will you obediently stay in the Capital in the future?"
"I must go to Bei Yan," Wen Wan's mood gradually calmed down, and she said seriously, "However, it won't be in the form of a political marriage."
"Oh? Then how will you go?"
