"Miss! Miss! The news is true—the Marquis really intends to marry you to the Sacred Lord!"
Just as Su Daji rested her fragrant cheek on her hand and let her thoughts wander, her personal maid Xiao Hong came bounding over, shouting excitedly.
At this, Su Daji straightened her delicate, boneless body. Her clear, alluring eyes were filled with admiration and delight. "Really?"
Xiao Hong was panting from her run. "Of course it's true. I heard the Marquis and the Young Marquis discussing it myself, but..."
Xiao Hong paused there.
She seemed to want to speak, yet hesitated.
This made Su Daji anxious.
"But what? Hurry and tell me."
Xiao Hong said sorrowfully, "Miss, I heard that the Marquis initially seemed unwilling to marry you to the Sacred Lord. He even deliberately said that you were frail and sickly, unable to bear children.
"Later, the Sacred Lord seemed to say something that changed the Marquis's mind."
"But the words have already been spoken. If you are not ill and are perfectly healthy, then the Marquis will have committed the crime of deceiving the sovereign."
"So... the Marquis wants you to fall mildly ill before going to Chaoge."
Hearing this, Su Daji breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought it was something serious. It's only getting sick—I can do that!"
As she spoke, Su Daji clenched her dainty, fair little fists, as though encouraging herself.
For a young woman Su Daji's age, it was perfectly normal to yearn for love.
What young girl did not dream of her future husband being an upright, towering man?
And Di Xin happened to fit the image of a husband Su Daji had always dreamed of.
He was neither arrogant nor licentious, but wise, benevolent, strong enough to bear a beam in place of a pillar