"I heard His Highness say that Marquis Zhongyuan's Heir is to be engaged to his mother's niece," Zuo Xiangrong thought for a moment, then said, "The Lady of Marquis Zhongyuan is from Cangzhou. When Marquis Zhongyuan passed through Cangzhou, he fell in love with her at first sight. It was the talk of the town at the time, and even now people still enjoy recounting the story."
Zuo Xiangning sat there, her gaze vacant, her mind filled with thoughts of the man who had said he would come to propose to her, and yet he was now set to be engaged to someone else.
No wonder he had broken things off with her so abruptly.
How laughable that she was still thinking of him last night!
"Xiangning, what are you smiling about?" Zuo Xiangrong offered the orange in her hand to Zuo Xiangning.
Zuo Xiangning came back to her senses, looked at Zuo Xiangrong for a while, then reached out to take the orange, saying with a smile, "Indeed, you can't judge a person's heart by their face."
