"All right," Yang Ruxin nodded, "Since Second Aunt has recommended this Zhao Feihu with such enthusiasm, I’ll go meet with him." She did not believe that the other party truly intended to find her a husband; since she had access to her own space, she might as well see what tricks were up her sleeve.
It was a rare occasion at noon when Yang Baichuan went out to buy several bowls of noodles to bring back, and everyone made do with a meal. Afterward, Yang Ruxin followed Feng Caie out of the medical hall.
Yang Baichuan kept reminding them not to hurry from behind, pledging that he and the fifth would keep a close eye on his eldest sister-in-law.
In an elegant room near the window on the second floor of the Piaoxiang Tea House, diagonally opposite the medical hall, two handsome young men sat facing each other. One of them had unfocused eyes, which did not diminish his gracefulness in the least.
Qi Jingyi glanced at the man opposite him and then turned to look outside through the window. Yang Ruxin was walking past downstairs. He looked again at the man opposite him, "It’s unexpected that, despite all the conditions we laid out, which failed to move you, it took a village girl like her to make you nod in agreement..."
Gu Qingheng smiled, "Because she’s worth it."
"Good," Qi Jingyi nodded. "I’ve already sent a message to second brother; I believe there will be a reply soon..."
Gu Qingheng nodded; if the senior Dao Xuzi would take action, then there was a twenty percent chance that his eyesight and legs could be healed.
A twenty percent chance was still hope.
"By the way, I received some news yesterday that the Zhao Family of the western town is having a matchmaking session for their daughter today, and it seems her surname is Yang..." Qi Jingyi suddenly spoke, "Just now, I think I saw your girl heading westward..."
Gu Qingheng immediately frowned: "Ayao."
"Big brother," Gu Yao, who stood guard at the door, hurried in upon being summoned.
"Follow Xinxin... If... if anyone dares to touch her, show no mercy!"
Upon hearing this, Gu Yao hurriedly departed.
"Weng Ji, you go help out as well..." Qi Jingyi laughed and quickly called over his own guard to join.
"I never expected his Highness the Eighth Prince, Prince Yi himself, would also take pleasure in probing these market place gossips," Gu Qingheng said with a light smile.
"Mingyi, you’ve actually learned to jest," Qi Jingyi widened his eyes in surprise. "But knowing more is always better than knowing less, right? See, I’ve managed to help you out, haven’t I?"
"My name is Qingheng," Gu Qingheng frowned slightly, "Mingyi is dead, and there won’t be a person named Gu Ye in this world anymore..."
Qi Jingyi appeared slightly stunned, then showed a hint of regret, "I’m sorry, I..."
"It’s fine," Gu Qingheng shook his head, "Mingyi was a name he gave me, but Gu Ye died after escaping the Gu Family’s house narrowly with his life. The one before you now and in the future, will all be Gu Qingheng."
"Alright," Qi Jingyi nodded, then picked up the teacup before him, "I was wrong before, brother. Let this tea serve as wine to apologize to you."
"Your Highness is too polite," Gu Qingheng also picked up his teacup.
Meanwhile, Yang Ruxin and Feng Caie had walked for not very long when they saw a familiar figure approaching them.
"Mother, Eldest Sister, what brings you to town?" The youth in green was briefly startled upon seeing Feng Caie and Yang Ruxin, and then a delighted smile spread across his face.
It was Yang Rusong, the Yang Family’s eldest grandson, on whom all hopes were set. He inherited most of the Yang Family’s features, tall and slender in stature, with a handsome appearance. Moreover, his skin was even more delicate from years of studying indoors, making him look quite the dashing young man indeed.