The Battered And Miserable Qing Zhu I

"Three months later."

Feng Tianyu felt frustrated. Ever since his daughter found the state preceptor, she had tossed her father aside and now only had eyes for the state preceptor.

Yet, when faced with Feng Ruqing, he could not voice his rejections at all.

"Make Nan Xian leave for now and after three months, I will host a wedding ceremony for the two of you."

This was as far as he could back down.

At least for three months, he did not want to see this bastard who had kidnapped his precious daughter!

Nan Xian smiled calmly.

He walked to Feng Ruqing's side, his charming face seemed to be covered in a layer of warm light. "I'll wait for you at the princess's manor."

"Okay." Feng Ruqing smiled as she replied.

Her father was already exasperated. If the state preceptor continued to stay, her father just might die from rage.