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Chapter 915 - No



Chapter 915: No

Zhao Zicheng didn’t seem to notice that Chu Liuyue’s expression was amiss as he continued, “I knew that Your Majesty would be busy with work recently, so when I came back, I stayed in my residence all along. I didn’t dare to disturb you, but…”

Zhao Zicheng looked up and quickly glanced at the woman in front of him, his eyes filled with unconcealable love and admiration as his nervous heart kept beating. “B-but… I’ve admired Your Majesty for many years. If I still don’t say it this time, I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to do so next time.”

After finally voicing out his inner thoughts, Zhao Zicheng instantly felt much better, but his handsome face was stained with a tinge of red. He looked at Chu Liuyue with eyes filled with hope and uneasiness as if he were waiting for her reply.

Chu Liuyue sighed in her heart.?Objectively speaking, Zhao Zicheng is great. Even though the Zhao family isn’t considered a top aristocratic family in Xi Ling City, they have also been a subordinate of Tianling for hundreds of years and contributed much to the dynasty. And as the second young master in the Zhao family, Zhao Zicheng’s status is even more distinguished. The most important thing is that he is an outstanding Xuan Master talent. Other than myself, almost nobody in the entire Xi Ling can be compared to him.

If one said that Jian Fengchi lost to her by one step in regards to medicine refining, then Zhao Zicheng was someone that could challenge her in terms of her Xuan Master skills.

When she was young, she often followed the royal family elders to cultivate, and Jian Fengchi and Zhao Zicheng were once her study buddies for a period of time.

Different from Jian Fengchi’s arrogant and bold personality, Zhao Zicheng was a humble gentleman. He was introverted and gentle.

All these years, everyone in Xi Ling City that mentioned the Zhao family’s second young master would be full of praise for him. Even when compared to Jiang Yucheng, his every aspect didn’t lose out to the latter.

“Zhao Zicheng, I remember that you’re already 27 this year,” said Chu Liuyue.

Zhao Zicheng was dazed for a moment as he nodded in confusion. “That’s right.”

“You should’ve long married someone and had kids at this age,” said Chu Liuyue sincerely and calmly. “Don’t waste any more time on me.”

Zhao Zicheng’s originally flushed face turned white in an instant, and panic flashed across his eyes. “Your Majesty, what do you mean?”

Chu Liuyue shook her head. “Someone as smart as you should understand what I mean. In that case, let’s not bring this up anymore. Please go back.”

Then, Chu Liuyue planned to leave.

Zhao Zicheng hesitated for a moment before immediately stepping in her way. “Your Majesty, I’m sincerely proposing to you!”

He tried his best to suppress his nervousness and embarrassment. “Because Jiang Yucheng was a step ahead of me back then, you agreed to his marriage agreement. I recollected my thoughts and left Xi Ling alone after that. Even though it was hard on me, everything else didn’t matter as long as you were happy. But now, he has betrayed you, and I thoroughly regret it! I missed you once, and we were separated by life and death. I don’t wish for the same incident to happen again!”

Zhao Zicheng came here determined.

The previous few years, he left dejectedly and thought that he was giving her his blessings, but he didn’t expect everything to turn out into ridicule in the end!

When he heard that she survived the ordeal and came back alive, he immediately rushed back!

No matter what, I must persist to the end this time! Even though I don’t really care about materialistic items, I’m confident that I’m definitely one of her most suitable choices today in terms of background, talent, and other aspects!

Chu Liuyue felt her head ache.?Zhao Zicheng is a gentle person, but even cows cannot pull this kind of person back when they are stubborn.

“Zhao Zicheng, I always understood your intentions.” Chu Liuyue thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth. “Even when you didn’t say it many years ago, I still knew.”

Zhao Zicheng was actually a very sincere person, and he didn’t really know how to hide his likings.

She wasn’t stupid.

The both of them had spent a few years studying together, and when he later joined the imperial court as an official, they would see each other during court or at a banquet. Hence, how could she not know what he was thinking?

However, one could never force feelings.

Zhao Zicheng was dazed for a moment and took quite some time to understand what she meant.

As he looked at the woman’s clear eyes, his heart broke.

Even though her appearance was slightly different from before, her eyes were still how he remembered.?She’s still her. This is a clear rejection, but… But… I don’t want to give up just like this.

“Can’t you… give me another chance?” Zhao Zicheng spoke with much difficulty, and there seemed to be something so fragile in his eyes that it could break with one touch.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought of letting down this person he longed for for so many years. If he could do it, he wouldn’t be here today.

“Just once—”

“No.” A clear and cold male voice sounded suddenly from behind. Even though the tone was light, it had a faint tinge of sharp suppression!

Zhao Zicheng turned around and saw a man in white that appeared behind him at some point.

This man looked like he was in his twenties. He was tall and muscular as he was decked in white. When the wind lightly blew the corner of his clothes, he looked like a deity. The more shocking thing was that his five features seemed to be meticulously crafted by the heavens as every spot was perfect. He was unparalleled, and he had a hint of demonic aura.

Just by standing there, he could easily steal all the colors between heaven and earth.

Even Zhao Zicheng had to admit that this appearance and aura were things that he hardly ever saw.

“Y-you are—”

Rong Xiu’s thin lips curled up into a slight smile. “I’m Yue’er’s fiancé—Rong Xiu.”


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