The temperamental white moonlight is back, and the entire Marquis's family obediently calls him

Meanwhile, Zhou Ming'an was strolling around the manor alone.

Yunding Manor is located in a remote and quiet area. Unless the host holds a banquet, it is not often visited.

And because Wei Wang has been recuperating here recently, even fewer people come here.

The manor was somewhat deserted at this time, but fortunately there were many exotic flowers and plants, dazzling the eyes.

As Zhou Ming'an walked around, she remembered that her mother and sister-in-law both liked to grow vegetables and flowers. If she saw any pretty flowers or plants, she would write down their appearance and ask the servants who guarded the garden later. She would also write down their names to tell her mother and sister-in-law when she got back.

Zhou Ming'an unknowingly wandered into the depths of the garden, when he suddenly heard two sets of footsteps and voices.

The footsteps ahead were hurried and rapid, accompanied by an impatient voice: "What a nuisance! I knew I shouldn't have come. Every time you call me here, it's for something like this. I've already said, no marriage, no marriage!"

The voice of the person following behind was very bitter: "But master, this young lady was personally arranged by the madam today. The madam specifically instructed me to make sure you go and meet her in person. What will I do if you don't go?"

"I don't care, do whatever you want, it's not like I told you to do it. I'm your master, not my mother. If you keep listening to her like this, you might as well go serve her."

The more Zhou Ming'an listened, the more familiar the voice seemed.

She suddenly remembered that the man at the Peach Blossom Banquet a while ago seemed to have the same voice, but today it was choked with sobs, and she almost didn't recognize him.

Realizing the trouble he had caused, Zhou Ming'an didn't have time to ponder why the other party was there. He quickly walked towards the sound and called out to the white-clad figure, "Young master, please wait!"

Upon hearing the voice, Murong Luo froze, gritting her teeth as she asked the servant behind her, "How many girls did my mother call?"

The servant stammered, "The lady only told me one thing."

Murong Luo didn't turn around, took a deep breath, and said seriously, "Miss, I really have no intention of getting married. It wasn't my intention to call you here today. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely come to apologize in person. Please consider today as me visiting as a guest."

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ming'an had already walked up to him.

Murong Luo was startled, and her voice almost changed.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a bold woman who actually ran right up to him.

Although she is somewhat good-looking, she shouldn't be so presumptuous!

"You don't recognize me? We met once at the Peach Blossom Banquet."

Peach Blossom Banquet?

Murong Luo remained silent for a long time, then suddenly remembered something, and blushed from the roots of her ears to her neck.

You've mistaken me for someone else.

After saying that, he turned to run away, but Zhou Ming'an blocked his way.

"I didn't mistake you for someone else. Isn't it you? You cried so much that day and even asked me to buy you a basket of flowers."

"I picked them later, but you didn't want them anymore. It's only been half a year, how can your memory be so bad?"

Zhou Ming'an continued, "That day I brewed two bottles of peach blossom wine, intending to give you one as an apology. But I forgot to ask your name, and I searched everywhere but couldn't find you."

"What a coincidence! How did we end up meeting here today? Whose family are you?"

Murong Luo remained silent for a long time. The servant beside him mustered his courage and spoke up: "Our young master is the son of Princess Wenyu. May I ask who you are...?"

Zhou Ming'an was taken aback. Princess Wenyu?

She did know that Princess Wenyu had a son, and it seemed that she had returned this time to arrange her son's wedding.

But she never expected it to be the person standing right in front of her.

At this moment, she finally understood why Murong Luo had insisted on refusing to get married during their two meetings.

During this time, she and Lin Shuhui attended many banquets outside and indeed heard that Princess Wenyu had been arranging marriages for her son.

Thinking back to their last meeting, Murong Luo burst into tears, perhaps it was because her mother was pressuring her too much, but she didn't want to get married.

Thinking about this, Zhou Ming'an also felt that Murong Luo was a bit pitiful.

The other person seems to be only one year older than me. I clearly don't want to get married, but I'm being forced to meet them.

If it were her, she definitely wouldn't want to either.

Zhou Ming'an looked at him with pity and tentatively asked, "Do you still cry often now?"

Murong Luo blushed even more upon hearing this.

He stiffened his neck and said, "Last time was an accident. I don't usually cry. You can ask him if you don't believe me."

Murong Luo pointed to the servant beside her, who nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my master never cries."

Zhou Ming'an was still somewhat skeptical, so he asked again, "Do you still want that bottle of peach blossom wine? If you do, I'll send someone to deliver it to you."

Murong Luo was about to refuse when she suddenly remembered something, her eyes darting around. "I want it, but I have something I'd like to ask you for help with."

Remembering how he had made him cry last time, Zhou Ming'an magnanimously waved his hand.

"What is it? If it's within my power, I won't hesitate to help!"

Murong Luo moved closer and lowered her voice, saying, "I told my mother I've taken a liking to you, what do you think?"

As he spoke, worried that Zhou Ming'an might misunderstand, he quickly explained, "I just want a few days of peace and quiet."

Zhou Ming'an's expression turned serious. "This is not good. What if your mother actually believes it? And if she tells my mother, I'll be the one who suffers."

"If you're just looking to escape this, I can't agree to that."

Murong Luo opened her mouth, then explained somewhat wearily, "The reason I cried last time was because my uncle was seriously ill. He wanted to see me get married before he passed away, but... if I really got married, wouldn't he be able to leave in peace? I don't want him to leave, and I don't want to just casually find someone to marry hastily."

"My uncle's illness has been getting worse lately, and my mother is extremely anxious but helpless, so she's been urging him to get better and better."

"I have no other choice, so I'm asking you to help me hide."

Zhou Ming'an suddenly realized, and after thinking for a moment, she nodded.

"Since you've put it that way, I'll help you out. But let's be clear, it's just to give you a few days of peace and quiet, so don't take it seriously. I'll also talk to my mother about it beforehand."

Murong Luo solemnly promised, "I absolutely won't take it seriously."

A moment later, Murong Luo returned to her mother alone.

He only said that he saw Zhou Ming'an in the garden, and only later realized that he had fallen in love with Zhou Ming'an at first sight at the Peach Blossom Banquet.

So he planned to spend some more time with Zhou Ming'an.

If everything was suitable, he asked his mother to propose marriage on his behalf.

Princess Wenyu was overjoyed.

Zhou Ningchuan and his wife are currently very popular figures in Beijing.

As time flew by, the past incidents of Zhou Ming'an's danger and the annulment of the engagement were long forgotten by everyone.

If Lu Mingzhao hadn't been in no hurry to marry off his daughter, the threshold of the Zhou family mansion would probably have been worn down by suitors long ago.

If Luo'er really likes Zhou Ming'an, she could try to win him over; it would be a good thing for both sides.

While Princess Wenyu was overjoyed, she didn't forget to ask her son where he planned to meet people, and she would make the arrangements.

Murong Luo's smile froze.

He forgot about that.

Since his mother was willing to stop arranging marriages for him, she must have felt that he and Zhou Ming'an had a chance, so she would definitely ask about all sorts of details.

He could only grit his teeth and say, "We have our own arrangements."

Turning around, he sighed with a bitter expression, it seemed he would have to discuss with Zhou Ming'an that the two of them would be acting together for a while.