Hua Yan was pulled along by Yun Chi, passing by Zhao Qingxi, feeling her entire body stiffen. She sighed silently, not uttering a word.
Zhao Qingxi must surely have feelings for Yun Chi, probably for quite some time. Furthermore, both the Prime Minister Zhao and Madam Zhao clearly raised Zhao Qingxi with the goal of making her the Crown Princess Consort. With her training in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and needlework, not to mention the rules of etiquette within the boudoir, alas, it was as if Yun Chi had his brain kicked by a donkey, rejecting her.
As the saying goes, "The falling flowers pine for love, but the heartless stream flows on."
He had the Peony Flower at hand but did not pluck it, and instead, he chose that withered branch of an Apricot Flower, wasting heaven's gifts while also mistakenly holding onto this fish eye as if it were a pearl.
There might not be another person in the world as senseless as him.
