Only when Lin Qingyuan walked out of the palace gates did it occur to her that something was wrong.
The Emperor had forced them to accomplish something nearly impossible—how was that a blessing that would give them the best of both worlds?
She put a hand to her forehead in frustration.
She had let herself be duped by Lu Liangwei's words.
Just then, the sound of horse hooves came from behind her. She looked over her shoulder, only to grimace when she realized that it was Long Xuan.
She groaned inwardly. Why did enemies always run into each other?
If it were not for this nuisance of a man, the Emperor would not have matchmade them on a whim!
Lin Qingyuan boarded her carriage with the help of her maidservant.
Long Xuan approached just in time to see the carriage curtains being drawn.
It had been an unpleasant day for him.
