Prince Rong couldn't defeat Su Xinyi, nor could he outrun her, so he braced himself and walked into the great hall to sit down, his face stern.
"I told you to go back and think it over carefully. Have you made up your mind?" the Empress asked her son.
Prince Rong only felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, "Mother, I really have no intention of getting married right now. I still have so many things undone here."
Prince Rong felt he was truly busy. Although he had returned to the capital, he still had to write memorials concerning Zhangping Mansion's affairs, and organize the matters of the merchant caravans. Especially the affairs of the grain depot in the south needed to be picked up again; who knows if his heartless father would send him down south. Where would he find the time to marry and have a wife to take care of at home?
Besides, what if he married someone like Su Xinyi? Would he be able to live peacefully then?
