But just as she was about to close her eyes, Jiang Lu suddenly said:
"However, I regret to say, child, I think your future marriage will still be unhappy."
Upon hearing this, the once serene Princess of Connacht abruptly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed, "Why? Isn't this enough?"
"No... it's not that you're inadequate..."
Jiang Lu sighed, a melancholic expression on his face as he sat down beside the bed, patting her back soothingly with a hint of apology:
"It's my fault, my fault for only realizing it now."
"What? Are you saying that what we're doing is bad?" The Princess of Connacht became somewhat flustered for no apparent reason, instinctively defending Jiang Lu: "No, not at all, I'm very happy, you're really amazing, and I won't tell anyone about this, it won't affect you."
"No, that's not what I mean."
Jiang Lu feigned distress as he explained:
"What I mean is, although you have learned a lot, it also means that your starting point is now far too high.
