Book Three, Chapter Twenty

"Other things? Are you planning to leave all those other things with Xiaojing forever and never take them back, letting them rot completely?"

Zhao Huangpu did not wait for an answer. He hurriedly swept out his sleeve and left. Seeing that fellow's solemn expression as if he had burned his boats, he panicked—afraid he would really hear her say, Yes. There is only one Young Master in my heart. There's no room for you.

Author's Note:

I wonder how everyone feels about Little Eight's long-distance confession? Mwahaha~

Book Three, Chapter Twenty

He was afraid that once he heard that, he would no longer care about taking things slowly, maintaining his dignity, or winning her heart. He might drag her onto the Dragon Bed on the spot and have his way with her.

Sleeping with a woman and winning a woman's heart should have been the same thing, yet he did not know how they had become two completely unrelated matters when it came to her.

"Because once you take it seriously, you've already lost." Long Ang wore an expression of someone enjoying the show, earning a fierce glare from Zhao Huangpu before he lowered his head and continued reading the Memorial on the desk.

Half the posts in the Imperial Court were vacant. He and Prime Minister Father had been giving each other the cold shoulder for more than half a month. The accumulated memorials and urgent dispatches had left the officials of every department gasping for breath, and he did not know how much longer he could hold on. The urgent dispatch Longyang had sent back from Jiangnan at this time counted as good news.

"Did His Majesty deliberately leave me out and order Xiaoyang to go to Jiangnan because he was afraid I'd also lose the game by