Ye Lingwu had a dream when he was fourteen years old. The "she" in the dream was cruel and vicious, with a tragic end. The source of the dream came from the Ningbei Hou Mansion that she was about to go to.
She came from a humble background and was walking on thin ice in the capital city where she had no relatives or friends.
Her elders praised her: she is gentle and respectful.
Her peers teased her: a girl from the countryside, a soft persimmon.
Ye Lingwu recognized him, but he could pinch the soft persimmon, but she couldn't.
"Master Shen Xiaohou of Ningbei Marquis Mansion has been refused marriage!"
Everyone laughed: Fake!
Less than half a year later, rumors started to spread again: "Ningbei Marquis Mansion, Mr. Shen Xiaohou has been rejected from marriage again!"
Everyone couldn't laugh: Who is so brave!
A few months have passed, and there are rumors in the capital that "Mr. Shen Xiaohou has been rejected for marriage again!!"
Everyone's face dropped: the world view collapsed.
Ye Lingwu looked at Mr. Shen Xiaohou, who had no reputation and no status, but was always sour and jealous.
He whispered: "Shen Wanzhou, please stay away from me!"
The soft voice was impatient.
The Marquis, who is under one person but above ten thousand people, was contradicted. Not only was there no trace of anger, but there was clearly a hint of laughter in his low-pitched voice.
"It's cold. I'm afraid it will be cold if we stay away."
