The Princess is going to get married.
Song Yan's mood suddenly became very complicated.
Rationally speaking, she knew that Wen Ranchen is a very outstanding person. No matter his appearance, ability, or his heart for the Princess, no man could be more suitable for the Princess than him.
Yet inexplicably, she couldn't help but feel like her family's prized cabbage was being taken away by a pig.
Frustrated.
Unlike those ordinary noblewomen who like to lament about romantic woes and the autumn, Song Yan wouldn't write poems or make a fuss when she was upset. Instead, she'd drink alone until she got drunk and forgot everything.
If she really needed to write poetry, she could do that too, but… it wasn't necessary, the Princess didn't like it anyway.
