Mei Shuyu looked at Hua Yan in surprise upon hearing her words. Her tone was as light as the clouds on the horizon, fleeting yet sincere.
He was taken aback and perplexedly echoed a sentiment shared by many, "Is there something wrong with the Crown Prince, cousin? Such that you would not want to marry him?"
Hua Yan shook her head, "It's not that he's not good; standing high above the clouds, he's just too distant. I prefer to frolic in the mud, a place unfit for the spotlight, which I do not fancy either."
Mei Shuyu was quick-witted and immediately understood, sighing, "If that's the case, it truly is a pity for the Crown Prince, cousin, and his deep affection for you."
Hua Yan chuckled, "Everyone knows his intent to marry me, but does everyone know why he wants to marry me?" After speaking, she leaned against the railing and turned her head to look at Mei Shuyu, "Do you know why?"