A feeling called inferiority engulfed Ye Zhi.
Looking up, the little traitor in front of her, with black official shoes and a crimson gown embroidered with moon patterns, appeared elegant and dignified like a noble orchid and jade tree.
He was strikingly handsome, needing no words as he stood there, rarely failing to capture the hearts of young ladies.
Shen Chen, who had just returned from court, exuded an air of authority, as if it were innate.
At this moment, his expression was cold, yet he patiently explained to the delicate girl: "The affairs of the court are hectic, you shouldn't overthink it."
Ye Zhi was not listening: "Ever since you were ranked first in the imperial exams, you've been very busy. Why haven't you announced that you are my fiancé?"
Only the Ye Mansion and a few acquaintances knew about their engagement.
Rumor had it in the capital that the noble and talented champion scholar was still single, without even a concubine.
