"No," Jih Heng said lightly.
Jiang Li smiled, "But if the Duke were to take a wife, the occasion would surely be ten thousand times more lively than now. If the Duke were to marry, I'd be curious, feel a sense of novelty, and want to see it for myself. I'd have the desire to be at the forefront to get a clear view." Imagining Jih Heng as the groom was beyond Jiang Li's grasp, he would probably be the most handsome groom in Yanjing City, or rather, in the whole of Northern Yan. She wondered how beautiful the bride would have to be not to be overshadowed by her own husband.
"You're flattering me," Jih Heng said with a shake of his fan, smiling. "I've never thought about such things."
Standing beside the two of them, Shen Yurong suddenly felt a strange sensation as he listened to their conversation. It was as if there was an understanding between Jiang Li and Jih Heng that outsiders could not reach, making him feel uneasy and completely out of place.
