She had experienced the perils of the battlefield at the Zhangping Mansion before, knowing that Yan Junchu was a man who dared to personally lead his troops. How could she simply sit in the capital and wait for news?
She wasn't a delicate ivy flower, confined to the safe haven of a room.
"You..."
"Your Highness, please don't try to persuade me, I know what I'm doing," Su Xinyi said to Yan Junchu with a smile. "If His Majesty refuses my request, I'll just have to accept it, but there's still hope now, so please, let me try."
Yan Junchu gripped Su Xinyi's hand slightly tighter before relaxing his hold. It suddenly became clear; it was her unyielding spirit that drew him in irresistibly, compelling this man — who had no desire to marry — to want to take her as his wife, even going as far as to stage such elaborate performances in front of his imperial father.
"Alright."
Upon hearing this, Su Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief. She was genuinely afraid he would disagree.
