All the Xiao Family's maids and servants were waiting in the courtyard, so there were no outsiders in the young lady's room.
Yang Zixi had already dressed and freshened up. She looked far more delicate and refined than usual.
After entering the room, Xiao Lingyu sat down directly at the table and picked up a teacup for a sip.
"I have a question for you. I hope you can answer honestly."
Yang Zixi stared at Xiao Lingyu, her gaze flickering as though she were somewhat hesitant.
"Are you worried that I'll reject you?" Xiao Lingyu asked calmly.
"Yes. I admit that I truly like you, but I hope even more that you can become my man. I think you should understand how I feel." Yang Zixi gathered her courage and said through gritted teeth.
"Hehe, I like you quite a bit too. Otherwise, when your grandfather brought you to my door back then, I wouldn't have kept you for a meal. I'm also a man with girlfriends—three wives and four concubines, in fact." Xiao Lingyu grinned. "I know your concern. You're simply afraid that I'll reject you, but there's no need for that at all. There are already quite a few outstanding young talents pursuing you, and there are also your grandfather's arrangements. I believe your standards are higher than mine. None of them are suitable matches."
Yang Zixi froze for a moment, a complicated expression appearing on her lovely, exquisite face. "I admit that your qualifications are excellent. But if I don't marry into the Xiao Family, my life won't change either. Perhaps I'll wander the Imperial Capital for half my life, or perhaps I'll live in seclusion in some city. I'll only be an ordinary cultivator. How do you know I wouldn't like that?"
Xiao Lingyu fell silent.