“General Ran,” she rasped at length, “my guardians may not be here, but I’m still a noblewoman. Please let me down so I can follow along by carriage.” Those last words “follow along” was rather ambiguous.
Ran Min paused.
And then quickly enough broke into a low laughter. “Missy, have you accepted my proposal?”
“Ah right,” he said to himself, “you can only marry me now. The nobles with their tedious rules won’t want to marry you.”
Chen Rong’s smile stiffened at his words. “Even in the past,” she faintly said, “none of the nobles had wanted to marry me.” As for the ethereal Wang Qilang, he would never marry her either.
She shut her eyes to blink her tears away. Biting her lips, she said in seriousness, “General Ran, please let me down. I beg you to let me sit in a carriage!”
She was insistent about it.
Listening to her unusually serious tone, Ran Min laughed out loud and slowed down. Then he let her on the ground.
After letting go of her, he maintained his stooping posture as he fixedly stared at her. “Ah Rong of the Chen House, are you really in love with that fella Wang Qilang?”
Chen Rong looked up at him