Chancellor Zhao took Murong Haoyue away from the Chancellor's mansion.
"Wenjun!"
A smile appeared on Murong Haoyue's face.
At this moment, his heart was incredibly joyful, even to the point of wanting to laugh heartily to the heavens.
"What are you laughing at? My father doesn't like you!"
Zhao Wenjun said with some displeasure.
"Heh heh~~~ If he doesn't like me, so be it. It's enough that I like you."
Murong Haoyue said with a smile, "Why don't we go back to the mansion now!"
"No! I still have things to do, I won't accompany you! You go back first."
Zhao Wenjun shook her head and continued to walk forward.
"Oh~~ Alright then."
Murong Haoyue nodded in agreement.
He didn't insist further.
After all, Zhao Wenjun truly loved him.
"Wenjun, I'll escort you."
"No need, you go back first!"
Zhao Wenjun refused.
"Alright, I'll be going first! Remember to send someone to notify me when our wedding date is set!"
Murong Haoyue waved goodbye to Zhao Wenjun, turned, and walked towards the outside of the mansion.
"Mm!"
Zhao Wenjun nodded and watched Murong Haoyue leave.
Murong Haoyue returned to his carriage, lifted the curtain, and glanced back towards the Chancellor's mansion.
A faint smile touched the corner of his lips.
Zhao Wenjun, I, Murong Haoyue, have set my sights on you, so you can wait to marry me!
The Chancellor's mansion.
Chancellor Zhao sat in his study, drinking tea with a gloomy expression.
He never expected that Murong Haoyue would refuse the arranged marriage.
He had initially thought that Murong Haoyue would be ecstatic, as it was extremely beneficial to him. But who would have thought that this Murong Haoyue would refuse!
A strong sense of anger surged within him.
How could Zhao Wenjun, that ugly thing, be worthy of Murong Haoyue?
However, he also knew that he couldn't do anything to Murong Haoyue at the moment.
He couldn't help but wonder if he had spoiled Murong Haoyue too much.
He wondered if Murong Haochen also doted on him similarly.
He suddenly thought of something.
Although Murong Haochen doted on Murong Haoyue, he had never bestowed a marriage upon him.
Could it be that he didn't have this son in his heart at all?
Thinking of this, Chancellor Zhao couldn't help but sigh, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.
He hoped this son wouldn't be as foolish as himself!
His gaze fell on a slip of paper on the desk.
This slip of paper was from the person he had sent to investigate the young girl named Li Qiuyu.
He had the person thoroughly investigate the young girl's background, even obtaining photos.
The girls in the photos were all renowned talented women in the capital.
However, he was not concerned with the family backgrounds of these girls.
What he cared about was only the girl named Li Qiuyu.
"Heh heh~~~ It's getting more and more interesting!"
Chancellor Zhao chuckled, picked up a brush from his desk, and began to draw with bold strokes.
"Wenjun, I've come to take you to my place!"
Just then, a hearty male voice reached Chancellor Zhao's ears.
Hearing this, Chancellor Zhao quickly hid his brush and stood up.
He saw the visitor.
Wearing a blue robe, with a tall and straight posture, handsome features, and delicate, perfect facial contours.
A hint of a playful smile played on his lips, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, like an ancient well, unfathomable.
"Haoyue, come in quickly!"
Zhao Wenjun's face instantly turned red as she urged him on.
This was her brother, and also the person she hated the most!
"Heh heh~~~"
Murong Haoyue smiled and walked into Chancellor Zhao's room.
Chancellor Zhao looked at him and praised him inwardly.
Murong Haoyue was indeed a dragon among men!
Although he was merely a concubine's son.
Yet, he showed no airs, his demeanor and interactions were smooth and practiced!
Chancellor Zhao's heart became even more determined to facilitate this marriage!
"Brother, is there something you need? What are you looking for me for today?"
Zhao Wenjun pouted unhappily and said.
"Can't I look for you if there's nothing?"
Murong Haoyue raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Of course not, don't forget, I am the Chancellor's legitimate daughter, your cousin. Don't always bully me, alright?"
"Cousin?"
Murong Haoyue's expression instantly darkened, and his voice became somewhat sharp.
"Wenjun, do you know that by saying this, you might make others think I'm bullying you! Don't forget, our Zhao family has been loyal for generations. You are my cousin, how could I possibly bully you?"
Zhao Wenjun's face turned grim upon hearing this.
"I know very well that my cousin is a gentleman, otherwise, how could I possibly like you?"
Zhao Wenjun said through gritted teeth.
Murong Haoyue, do you think I don't know what you're up to?
I'll defy you!
Let's see what you can do to me!
"If that's the case, then that's good. I was just afraid you didn't like me, and then all my efforts would be in vain."
Murong Haoyue said with an easy laugh.
"Hmph! You wish!"
Zhao Wenjun snorted coldly and turned her head away.
She would never admit that she actually liked Murong Haoyue!
Seeing this, Murong Haoyue said no more.
"By the way, Wenjun, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to take leave and go home? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Murong Haoyue suddenly remembered this matter.
"You don't need to worry about me! I've already told Father, and you know I'm not feeling well, so I won't be participating in this year's spring hunt!"
"No! You must participate!"
Murong Haoyue said resolutely.
"You're not my father, why can't I not go?"
Zhao Wenjun was somewhat annoyed.
Murong Haoyue was a good-for-nothing, he couldn't become the heir to the throne, so he naturally had no right to restrict her freedom!
However, Murong Haoyue was her cousin.
Her biological parents had passed away long ago, leaving only Murong Haoyue behind.
She had a special feeling for Murong Haoyue in her heart.
She truly wished that she and Murong Haoyue could be happy forever!
But if Murong Haoyue became emperor, he would have countless consorts and palace maids. As his cousin, she would naturally be made a noble consort.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenjun felt uneasy all over.
Therefore, she would rather give up attending this spring hunt.
She didn't want to compete for favor with those consorts.
She wanted to marry the person she loved and live an ordinary life!
Moreover, she wanted Murong Haoyue to fall in love with her.
She didn't want to suffer, but rather to be doted on by her husband.
"No! This matter is settled!"
Murong Haoyue's attitude was firm, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
"Hmph! Murong Haoyue, don't force me!"
Zhao Wenjun said coldly.
She didn't want to talk to Murong Haoyue anymore.
"Wenjun, if you insist on not going, then I will send someone to inform your father."
"You!"
Zhao Wenjun glared at Murong Haoyue furiously, wishing she could rush forward and tear his mouth apart.
"What? Are you reluctant to part with me, which is why you don't want to participate in the spring hunt?"
"Murong Haoyue, don't flatter yourself! You're just a good-for-nothing!"
"Good-for-nothing? Haha~~~"
Murong Haoyue suddenly burst into laughter. "Do you think I'm really a good-for-nothing?"
As he spoke, he tapped his fingers on the table a few times, making a series of thumping sounds.
Immediately, a pile of objects appeared on the table.
It was a jade pendant, a jade pendant carved with two letters.
Murong Haoyue looked at Zhao Wenjun, his eyes filled with disdain.