chapter 8
Before dusk, the news had spread throughout Shangjing.
The marriage between the Eastern Palace and the Xie Clan was likely to fall through.
The matter of Your Highness the Crown Prince seeking to marry his savior had already caused quite a stir.
Today, the Xie Clan Eldest Daughter, always a model among noble families, actually requested to withdraw from the engagement before His Majesty, in front of all the officials, at her own Birthday Banquet.
It was said that Your Highness the Crown Prince’s expression at that moment was truly remarkable.
His Majesty even rebuked him as a “rebellious son,” smashing a teacup at him.
“Nonsense!”
I knelt on the ground and did not escape a teacup either.
“Who allowed you to be so bold and reckless!”
My Father’s beard was practically bristling with rage. “Withdraw from the engagement, huh? Marriage is a matter of parental command and the word of the matchmaker. Is it something a woman like you should interfere with?”
“And you even dared to act so presumptuously before His Majesty!”
I kept my back straight, not blinking an eye.
“The marriage bestowed by the Late Emperor-is it yours to withdraw from as you please?”
“Go into the palace and confess your guilt honestly. Say it was a moment of impulse, that you spoke without thinking…”
“I won’t go,” I said firmly.
“You won’t go? Then what do you intend to do?”
“Withdraw from the engagement.”
“Withdraw, withdraw-after you withdraw, do you think there’s anyone left in Shangjing who would dare to marry you?!”
I curled my lips. “Not necessarily.”
“You…” My Father pointed at me. “I think you’ve been possessed!”
He flung his sleeves and left.