Back then, Hu Xiaotian had taken the initiative to break off their engagement. Now, just as relations between them were beginning to thaw, the scoundrel had sent a wedding invitation. His real purpose was to humiliate Qiqi and provoke her. Even as Quan Dean worried about Qiqi, he felt a measure of relief. Those caught in a game were blind to what spectators could see clearly. He had always believed that Qiqi still harbored feelings for Hu Xiaotian, but such a sensitive matter was difficult to advise her on, lest he anger his cold-tempered young mistress. Now that Hu Xiaotian had done this, it was tantamount to cutting those threads of affection himself. For Qiqi, that might not be a bad thing.
Only after Shi Xuedong left did Quan Dean cautiously say, "Your Highness, why not go out for a walk and clear your mind?"
Qiqi nodded and slowly descended the steps. Quan Dean followed respectfully behind her, and they passed through the palace gates one after the other. Qiqi looked up at the gloomy sky and said softly, "It looks like rain."
"Spring rain is as precious as oil. It's good for the crops. It seems this year will bring another bountiful harvest."
Qiqi said, "I wonder whether it will rain on the eighth day of the fifth month."
Quan Dean did not yet know that the eighth day of the fifth month was Hu Xiaotian's wedding day, and he froze for a moment.
Qiqi said, "He invited me to his wedding. His wedding to Princess Yingyue!" Although her tone was level, every word felt like a knife twisting in her heart. She clearly recognized her own jealousy. Hu Xiaotian had succeeded in provoking her.
Quan Dean asked, "What do you intend to do, Your Highness?"
Qiqi said, "You're