"Borrow the engagement!"
With these two words thrown down, the third floor of Zuixian Tower fell silent instantly.
Chen Mengyao stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by people.
All the prominent people in the capital were there - the Minister of Household Affairs, the Minister of Rites, several marquises, and seven or eight young ladies from aristocratic families.
The aroma of wine and powder wafted in the air, making her throat feel tight.
The sixth prince, Ma Hui, stood three steps away, holding a letter in his hand, with impatience written on his face: "Su Nianqing, this king officially breaks off the engagement today.
A woman like you is not worthy of being my king's concubine. "
The name was "Su Nianqing", but she knew it was calling her.
It has only been three hours since Chen Mengyao traveled through time.
Three hours ago, she was staying up late in the laboratory writing a paper. Her vision went dark, and when she opened her eyes again, she was lying in a boudoir.
When the news came that the original owner's engagement was annulled, he was so angry that he vomited out a mouthful of blood and disappeared.
