Lu Yeming slowly raised his brows. His deep eyes landed on Jun Xiqing's small face.
Seeing him look over, Jun Xiqing quickly retracted her gaze and smiled. "West Duke, my congratulations for your marriage in half a month's time. I wish you a happy married life."
Lu Yeming stuck both hands in his pockets and looked at her. A low laugh escaped from his throat.
My, she was quite generous.
He was about to get married, while she was trapped in the West Palace and chosen to be a surrogate mother, yet she didn't feel wronged at all.
His gaze was deep yet playful, his laugh elusive and devilish. It was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Who knew what he was planning.
"West Duke, Elder Sister Mo'er has left. I'll take my leave as well. Goodbye." Jun Xiqing started to leave.
She was going to just brush past him and leave, but before she could do so, a large palm shot over and grabbed her arm
