Hua Yan had not expected that An Shuli would believe her as soon as he heard the news, and with a determined face, he insisted on breaking off this marriage engagement.
She thought that the matter of his marriage engagement should be of great importance to him. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a need for the Princess Consort of Anyang to arrange poetry feasts and flower banquets every now and then, as a covert form of matchmaking for him, which he repeatedly declined.
He truly had no current plans to take a wife, perhaps because he had not yet met someone he desired.
She rubbed her nose, feeling somewhat troubled, "As the saying goes, ruining someone's marital fate is a sin!"
An Shuli shook his head, "It's not the Crown Princess Consort's fault, it was I who requested this. Even if it's a sin, it would be my own karma."
Hua Yan pondered for a moment and said directly, "The lady in question is Zhao Qingxi, are you still sure?"
An Shuli was startled, "It's her?"
