Song Qingshu was taken aback. He had not expected such an answer, and doubts kept swirling through his mind. Did she truly not know who I am, or was she deliberately throwing a tantrum?
Either way, now that he had received a clear rejection, it was naturally inconvenient to seek out Yelü Nanxian again under everyone's watchful eyes. He could only ride ahead listlessly, thinking that he would have to find an opportunity to properly teach her a lesson.
Unfortunately, over the next few days, Yelü Nanxian kept to herself and never gave him a chance to approach her. By the end of it, Song Qingshu became increasingly convinced that she was doing it on purpose.
The wedding escort did not travel very quickly. After several days, they had covered only a little over a hundred li. As dusk fell that day, Song Qingshu looked at the faintly visible post station in the distance and thought that, no matter what, he had to see Yelü Nanxian tonight—even if he had to sneak into her bedroom in the dead of night!
Since it was getting late, the wedding escort decided to rest at the post station. Yelü Nanxian still did not step out of her carriage. She had it driven straight into the rear courtyard and strictly forbade anyone else from approaching the yard.
Seemingly noticing Song Qingshu's awkwardness, the Ministry of Rites official came over and said, "General, please do not take offense. The County Princess is most likely in a bad mood." He too had been very curious about this escort general. He had never seen him before in Shangjing City; he had appeared out of nowhere. Everyone was speculating about his background, wondering what abilities he possessed to be personally assigned by a noble within the palace.
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