Qi Changmeng didn't like his fiancée.
She was spoiled, domineering, unreasonable, and vulgar.
By every measure, she fell short of what was expected of the Marquis's heir's wife.
He said to his cousin, the Prince of Han, "Why don't you marry her instead?"
The Prince of Han gave him a cool glance.
"I don't make a habit of stealing other men's fiancées."
Qi Changmeng met his gaze. Really? I don't believe you.
-
At some point, a tall, beautiful young maid appeared at Zhao Mingzhi's side, constantly singing the Prince of Han's praises.
"The Prince of Han is handsome."
"The Prince of Han is dashing."
"The Prince of Han is rich enough to let anyone spend his money."
Zhao Mingzhi said, "The Heir Qi is more handsome, more dashing, and richer."
Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken a liking to him.
At that, her usually expressionless maid looked thoughtful.
Before long, Zhao Mingzhi heard that her fiancé had been disfigured and fallen gravely ill, bedridden and unable to get up. The Northern Ford Marquis's household had nearly emptied its coffers to treat him.
Zhao Mingzhi: "..."
She clasped the little maid's hand and said earnestly, "You were right. The Prince of Han is a hundred times better than that Heir Qi. I was blind before."
As she spoke, she beat her chest and wiped away tears, putting on such a convincing act that she failed to notice the maid's livid face.
-
After Qi Changmeng had arranged for the Prince of Han to meet Zhao Mingzhi a few times, the prince came to see him.
"Does what you said last time still stand?"
"What did I say?"
"That I should marry your fiancée." The Prince of Han said, "I've agreed."
Qi Changmeng ground his teeth in secret.
So the two of them really had taken a liking to each other.
"Sorry, I've changed my mind."
With him around, the Prince of Han thought he could marry Zhao Mingzhi? Dream on!
Also titled: On What It Means to Shoot Yourself in the Foot. 2025/1/3
Theme: Live well, and never forget your original aspirations
