Jiang Ying was so startled that she slid right off the cushion.
Prince Qing raised an eyebrow, "What, are you so happy you've gone mad?"
Jiang Ying came back to her senses, "I'm scared!"
"Prince, what kind of awful idea is this? I refuse to marry just to avoid marrying my cousin."
"But marrying you, what would that be about?"
Prince Qing's previously smiling expression turned cold.
"Why are you in such a rush? Listen to me first."
"Requesting an imperial decree for marriage is just in name, but you don't have to actually marry me."
"When your cousin leaves the Capital and returns to Yingzhou, I will request the annulment of the marriage, stating that the issue is on my part."
"By then, it will solve your problem without tarnishing your reputation or affecting your future marriage."
"Isn't this a good plan?"
Jiang Ying was dumbfounded.
Prince Qing reached out, taking her slender wrist and first helping her up.
