Qin Gaozhi was covered in a cold sweat the moment he heard what Cheng Guang said.
"Princely Heir, I dare not."
Qin Gaozhi lowered his head.
His lips were tightly pressed.
In his eyes was a full display of discomfort.
He had never anticipated, that the normally approachable and kind Cheng Guang would hold onto this matter relentlessly.
By now, Qin Gaozhi was already regretting the situation.
After all, Qin Yanqiu's marriage to the Princely Heir was a done deal.
No matter how much it pained him, he could not change the tide of events.
His peeping at Cheng Guang's wedding chamber was simply because he couldn't let go.
Had he known he would be caught red-handed by the Princely Heir, he wouldn't have come.
He was merely a general's son, and when compared to Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, his status and position were nothing to speak of.
If Cheng Guang truly decided to trouble him over this issue,
it would be more than Qin Gaozhi could bear.
