Act in accordance with etiquette and propriety

  Wei Qian knew that Zhu Changren was like this, and he didn't blame him. Instead, he looked at Xiao Heng with a headache, who hadn't woken up yet. He felt annoyed and took a few steps forward, kicking Xiao Heng's chair hard.

  "With a thud, Xiao Heng suddenly fell to the ground with a loud crash. He woke up in pain and saw that his eyes were filled with anger, but when he looked up, he saw Wei Gan's innocent face. His heart skipped a beat as he quickly scanned the hall, wondering where Zhu Changren was. Rubbing his sore lower back, he gritted his teeth and asked, 'What happened? Where is Lord Zhu?'"

  Wei Qiandun suddenly couldn't help but laugh and cry, and in a bad mood, he recounted what had just happened. Then, he saw Xiao Heng's face change abruptly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he asked, "What exactly did you sing today? Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

  Today, Xiao Heng came to their door early in the morning and asked the couple to act as matchmakers. It's rare for this kid to finally be willing to get married. He and Xie Rong followed him to the Zhu residence in a daze, but he was actually dozing off at such a critical moment, how infuriating.

  What puzzled him most was that the two sides had not exchanged names or gifts, so why did this kid hastily take the betrothal gift? He didn't seem like such a rash person.

  Xiao Heng no longer had the mind to care about Wei Qian's doubts, but was filled with anxiety. Last night he stayed up all night preparing the betrothal gifts, without closing his eyes, and just now dozed off for a moment, which made Zhu Changren that old stubborn fool angry, it didn't matter, but if Fourth Madam refused to acknowledge yesterday's agreement because of this, wouldn't he be driven to tears?

  He made up his mind and hastily ordered the slaves in the hall to take him to see Zhu Changren. However, he was stopped at the door of the study and did not get to see the person himself. Instead, he waited for his personal attendant, who said: "Young Master Xiao, our master said that the Zhu family is a family of etiquette and propriety, and naturally would not lose face in matters of marriage between children. So Young Master Xiao might as well take the betrothal gifts back."

  Xiao Heng furrowed his brow, turning the words over in his mind several times. His brow gradually relaxed, and a hint of a smile appeared in his peach blossom eyes. He cupped his hands together and said, "I was rude today, please tell Lord Zhu that I will choose an auspicious day to return and ask my father to visit and discuss the marriage."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the young man's face suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny, and he smiled and nodded at him. Xiao Heng immediately had a bottom line in his heart, and he leaned over to ask with a smile, "Is the fourth lady of the mansion doing well?"

  If there's no mistake, the person in front should be the fourth uncle of the Zhu family. The young servant thought that this remark wasn't anything to be avoided either and was happy to give him some face, so he replied: "Fourth Miss just left Princess Rui and came to find Master, coincidentally Young Master Xiao arrived right after her."

  Since that's the case, Zhu Changren was still able to spread this rumor, it seems she didn't deny last night's appointment.

  Xiao Heng's heart warmed up, and he looked towards the study, just as a faint creaking sound came from there. The red wooden window was lifted by a slender white hand, propped against the pillar, revealing a woman's elegant and refined face - it was Yuan Yi.

  Early spring in March, the morning wind blows gently, messing up the beautiful woman's three thousand black hairs. The moon-white long sleeves flutter and rise, making the silhouette standing by the window appear even more slender and weak. She seems to have seen him too, but unlike his excitement, she only slightly pursed her lips, nodded lightly, and then disappeared from his line of sight.

  Xiao Heng's mind was a blank, and he didn't come back to himself for a long time. He only remembered the moment she turned around, when the mole at the corner of her eye suddenly shone brightly, like a red plum blossoming in the snow, cold and beautiful.