Good Ending: She Swears She Will Not Let Him Die!

Sunlight filtered through the gauzy window curtains into the carriage.

The late autumn sunlight held little warmth, yet Du Yunluo still felt her nape burning.

She was somewhat at a loss.

In this situation, what should she do?

If they were already married, she could naturally lean over and rely on him, even actively kiss and embrace him, using actions to tell Mu Lianxiao that she wasn’t frightened by him, that she wasn’t scared at all.

But they were not yet married.

A kiss was different from speaking quietly and holding hands, hence Mu Lianxiao kept restraining himself, enduring...

Du Yunluo lightly bit her lower lip, raised her eyes slightly trembling in Mu Lianxiao’s grasp, and said, "What do you think of the Ying Qianshi family?"

Mu Lianxiao subtly exhaled a long breath.

Returning the topic, much better than being anxiously uneasy.

Mu Lianxiao pondered briefly and said, "Ying Qianshi climbed to his current position on his own, and his wife doesn’t come from a prestigious family. With Ying Qianshi’s background, further promotion is quite difficult.

As I said, Ying Ji is too straightforward, and in the Governor’s Mansion among the Mengyin group of disciples, he suffers a bit, so Ying Qianshi has no choice but to find him a good wife for his future."

Upon hearing this, Du Yunluo also turned the matter over in her mind.

If one sought a spouse to favor Ying Ji’s future, then a girl from an ordinary official family wouldn’t suffice.

But when choosing from aristocratic families, how many from the noble families in the capital would actually consider the Ying family, whose foundation isn’t solid, to be worth it once Ying Qianshi retires?

If choosing from a branch family, they may not have much say within their own family, hence unable to offer much support to their in-laws.

"So, the Fourth Sister is suitable?" Du Yunluo asked, blinking.

The Du Family has a solid foundation, benefiting from noble connections with Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, Chengyi Bo Mansion, and a scholarly family like the Shao Family, as well as being relatives with Mr. Jiang from the Ministry of Imperial Stables, and Mr. Shen from Hanlin Academy. Du Yunnuo, as a concubine’s daughter, seeking a husband allows the Du Family to maintain modest expectations.

Ying Qianshi understands Du Gongfu’s preferences—Du Gongfu isn’t one to rigidly adhere to just matching family status. When marrying off the second miss from the concubine line to the Shen Family, the Shen Family was in decline at the time; only after the engagement did they have Shen Bianxiu.

Mu Lianxiao nodded: "That’s probably the reason."

Understanding the reasoning behind it, Du Yunluo felt more at ease.

How marriages are proposed and discussed among families boils down to such reasons. Many aim to secure their family’s foundation through marital connections, not only Ying Qianshi. It’s commonplace.

Since that was their intention and Du Family only had Du Yunnuo unmarried, it’s unsurprising that the Ying family chose a concubine’s daughter.

In fact, being a concubine’s daughter may make the marriage proposal more likely, since where else could the Du Family find a better match?

Provided Ying Family and Ying Ji treat Du Yunnuo well, Du Gongfu will likely agree.

Having understood Ying Qianshi and Ying Ji, their purpose today was achieved, so Du Yunluo exhaled comfortably: "It’s a pity I still don’t know what he looks like."

Mu Lianxiao couldn’t help but laugh: "Then should I go to the Central Army Commander’s Mansion now, summon Ying Ji out, and let you take a peek from the carriage?"

Du Yunluo was momentarily stunned, then giggled: "That sounds like a good plan, we’ll do that when Fourth Sister wants to see next time."

The laughter was crisp, with dimples shallow, making Du Yunluo appear charming and cute under the gentle sunlight.

Mu Lianxiao saw this and felt his heart flutter, but recalling his earlier actions had startled Du Yunluo, he restrained himself and slightly turned his gaze.

Du Yunluo noticed, countless thoughts spinning in her mind, leaving her indecisive.

Mu Lianxiao steadied himself, leaning against the carriage wall, his smile relaxed and natural: "It’s getting late, I should be going."

Du Yunluo raised her eyes to look at him.

Mu Lianxiao squeezed Du Yunluo’s hand before slowly releasing it.

Watching Mu Lianxiao about to lift the curtain, Du Yunluo reacted instinctively, grabbing Mu Lianxiao’s arm.

Mu Lianxiao turned around, asked quietly: "Do you have another question?"

Du Yunluo took a deep breath, casting aside all miscellaneous thoughts, summoned her courage, and swiftly closed the distance between them for a brief touch at Mu Lianxiao’s lip corner.

Mu Lianxiao’s pupils contracted suddenly, stiffly staring at Du Yunluo who had abruptly approached and retreated.

Though a split second, he felt it assimilated a lifetime; he inhaled the perfume scent from Du Yunluo, clearer and sweeter than ever, making his whole body ablaze, desperate to immerse himself.

His heartbeat thumped like drums, sighting Du Yunluo’s blushing cheeks and cherry lips brushing past his lip corner.

"I wasn’t frightened, I wasn’t scared at all..." Du Yunluo sounded gentle, akin to acting coy, understanding how Mu Lianxiao cared for her, she more deliberately wanted him to know her feelings.

"Cast me wood peaches, repay with jade jars."

Not just in this life, Mu Lianxiao’s previous kindnesses she wished to reciprocate wholly; she truly, genuinely likes him very much.

Stunned, joyous, or other emotions surged through Mu Lianxiao’s chest, realizing what Du Yunluo said only upon reflecting did the delight explode joyously.

He was slightly disoriented.

Wanting to hold her, encircle her in his arms, correct the kiss falling on his lip corner, yet Mu Lianxiao remained still.

The carriage’s roof was low, some situations could be concealed, but being up close, nothing could be hidden.

Mu Lianxiao felt his body ablaze, matched the shining apricot eyes, he secretly took a deep breath, raised a hand to rub Du Yunluo’s forehead: "I understand."

After that, Mu Lianxiao paused no longer, turned to lift the curtain and jumped off the carriage.

Du Yunluo’s eyes widened; had she frightened Mu Lianxiao with her own boldness now?

Recalling Mu Lianxiao’s earlier words, the hoarse voice...

Du Yunluo suddenly realized, cheeks burning red, unable to resist smiling, clutching the pillow she laughed aloud.

Jin Rui stepped onto the carriage.

She had been standing under a tree not far away; in the quiet venue, although unaware of the dialogue between Du Yunluo and Mu Lianxiao inside, she heard some laughter, knowing they enjoyed the conversation.

Then Mu Lianxiao left the carriage in haste, briskly walking away.

Jin Rui thought something was amiss, only to find Du Yunluo laughing breathlessly inside.

"Miss, did the Princely Heir say something interesting?" Jin Rui served tea.

Du Yunluo squinted with laughter: "Mm... It was quite interesting..."

So interesting that Mu Lianxiao made a hasty retreat; yes, it truly amused her greatly.