Pengcheng looked at the woman in front of him, and ever since their engagement, their meetings had become less frequent. "Jingya, I have not let you down. Now I really am a scholar. Once we are married, you will be the wife of a scholar."
Jingya nodded her head gently and said, "As long as you are happy in your heart, that is good. Whether you are a scholar or a commoner, in this life I have set my heart on you. As long as you have me in your heart, even if you have not a smidgen of official rank or fame, we can still lead our life together."
Pengcheng, deeply moved by Jingya's words, reached out and held her hand. The warmth and softness of her hand caused his heart to sway, and he couldn't help but grip it a little tighter.
Jingya's cheeks reddened further, and she tried gently to withdraw her hand, only to find it grasped even more firmly. "Don't do this, be careful that Jinghan and the others see," Jingya said in a low voice.
