Qingqing felt even worse upon hearing this, “With my appearance, who would marry me? If no one marries me, what blessings are there to speak of? Look at me, even the maids from home wouldn’t follow me here.”
The Fourth Prince then looked serious, as if making a monumental decision, “When I grow a few years older, I will do everything to make you beautiful. Even if you’re not beautiful, I would still marry you. Will you marry me?”
Qingqing, seeing his earnest expression, initially laughed, but then her face turned red with embarrassment. She stammered, “Your Highness jests, how could someone like me match you?”
The Fourth Prince solemnly said, “I am serious. The Emperor has said, avoid marrying for beauty. You, with your talents, are exactly the kind of consort I envision. I am not just pitying you.”
Qingqing was deeply moved by his sincere and determined gaze, and her mood brightened. Every woman has her vanity, and when a man proposes, it’s only natural to feel happy.
“Miss Lin, Miss Lin…” Just as Qingqing was about to express her gratitude to the Fourth Prince, the sweet and gentle voice of Yuzhen came through. Qingqing was surprised; she had been out for so long, she thought Yafu would have come looking for her.
