"His Highness isn't lacking for people to pray for him. I came here for myself."
The woman's voice drifted over.
'So stubborn.'
Pei Yan thought to himself.
When Mei Wanying was angry, she had a habit of saying the opposite of what she meant. It looked like she still hadn't completely let go of the unpleasantness in the Capital City.
Pei Yan's expression grew troubled. He didn't know what he could do to make Mei Wanying happy again.
He knew he had gone too far—not only had he given Mei Wanying the cold shoulder, but he had even tried to marry her off to another man.
Worst of all, he had agreed to take a wife.
Thinking back on it now, he wanted to slap himself across the face.
'Was I out of my mind back then?'
Mei Wanying couldn't tolerate the slightest betrayal; she would never willingly become a thorn in another's side.
If he were to take a wife, she would surely leave and go far away.
Pei Yan let out a breath. He had to make things clear to Mei Wanying.
