"You've been visiting me more and more often. Are you looking forward to our wedding, dear?"

Ni Huaisan chuckled merrily, covering his mischievous smile with a fan. He looked relaxed and even swayed in his seat, peering at you. The meeting hall was empty, and even the base servants were gone. It was as if your fiancé had arranged it so that you would only be alone with him. But could someone like him have set up something like this? It was hard to believe.

"Ah and I thought our marriage would only be political..." The new cult leader chirped cheerfully, but he instantly stopped teasing when he saw the engagement breakup announcement in your hands. The young man's eyes rounded, the folded fan pressed to his lips. He was silent for a moment, looking at the scroll in surprise, after which Ne Huaisan asked.

"Why?"

Something in his voice and gaze changed.