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Wenren Zong turned his head back to look at the Jiang family’s gate, “Brother Jiang, is Seventh Miss Jiang…”

“Oh, Seventh Sister is feeling slightly unwell and couldn’t come to bid you farewell. I sincerely apologize.”

“What happened to her?”

“It’s nothing major, she just spent a bit too long in the snowy grounds yesterday and caught a cold. The doctor said she just needs to take a dose of medicine and sweat it out. He specifically warned her not to come out in the wind. I made her stay in, please don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Wenren Zong paused, “She is delicate.”

“Isn’t she,” Jiang Yi smiled kindly.

With no other choice, Wenren Zong said his farewells, “I did indeed cause Brother Jiang some trouble these past few days.”

“Not at all, not at all. It’s our duty after all.”

“Take care, Brother Jiang. Farewell.”

Wenren Zong bowed slightly, turned around and got into his carriage.

As the carriage began to move, he lifted the curtain and looked back at the Jiang family’s doors one last time.

In the end, he didn’t see that frail figure sitting in a wheelchair.

He lowered his head and opened his palm, revealing a bracelet.

The bracelet, intricately inlaid with golden pieces, seemingly still held the warmth and lingering fragrance of her.

His attendant, Sanli, rode up to him, peered through the window and noticed he was deep in thought, holding a bracelet. He asked, “Master, when is the marriage between you and Seventh Miss Jiang going to take place?”

“There is no more marriage,” Wenren Zong lifted his head and simply stated.

“Ah? Why is that?” Sanli was surprised, “Didn’t anything come out of Master’s five-day stay at the Jiang’s?”

“Nothing.”

“But hasn’t Seventh Young Mistress Jiang already accepted Master’s gifts? Not to mention Master, for her sake, was even wounded by the Prince of Yu.”

“Do you take her for a gullible woman who would marry someone just to return a favor?”

Sanli saw that the master was not in the best of moods, but he couldn’t help but say, “Still, Sir, I thought she felt the same for Master too. How could she change her mind all of a sudden?”

“Perhaps, she’s smarter than I thought.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I…”

Wenren Zong didn’t continue speaking. He frowned and carefully went through the events in his mind, over and over again.

When did she figure it out?

He had no idea at all.

Upon returning to the Wenren residence, Madam Wenren went to see him. She saw him sitting silently in the study, which prompted her to start strategizing.

“This is a specialty ginseng tea that I have asked someone to prepare for you. You were just healed and ginseng can restore vitality and replenish blood.” Madam Wenren placed the teacup in front of her son.

“Thank you for your concern, Mother.”

Wenren Zong picked up the teacup and took a small sip before putting it down.

Madam Wenren glanced sideways and saw a bracelet resting on the edge of the table.

She picked it up, looked at it, and said, “This bracelet…”

“She gave it back to me.”

“She won’t marry you.”

“Yes.” Wenren Zong sighed lightly, “So be it.”

Madam Wenren frowned, “What happened? Everything seemed fine initially. She took care of you when you were injured, she clearly wasn’t disliking you.”

“The Prince of Yu was punished by the Emperor,” he said, seemingly irrelevant.

Madam Wenren somewhat understood.

She frowned, “You are always like this! In the end, it’s because you were not sincere, you had ulterior motives from the start. It’s no surprise she doesn’t want you.”

Wenren Zong countered, “No matter what intentions I had at the beginning, I only wanted to marry her. I would have treated her well, taken care of her for a lifetime. I would never let her suffer or be wronged.”

“You think she cares,” Madam Wenren glared at him, “I thought you genuinely liked her, but you remain the same. She is already magnanimous by not berating you..”