Zuo Qingluan's Match

From the very start, Ranmil had pretended to be someone who kept her distance from Jun Linyuan. If she admitted that she was fond of Jun Linyuan now, it would make her a hypocrite, and the others would know that she had been acting the whole time.

"No, I'm not!" Ranmil insisted. "His Royal Highness is indeed a talented person, but he's not the only man in the world. Why must I be in love with him?

"Whereas you, Feng Wu, are jealous of everyone when you may not be His Royal Highness's future wife after all…"

Ranmil wanted to change the subject, but —

Feng Wu smiled at her. "Are you really not in love with His Royal Highness, or are you just saying it?"

"I'm not in love with him!"

"Oh? Really? In that case, how about you make an oath? Swear that you'll never be in love with Jun Linyuan, and if you marry him one day, you and the entire Senal Grassland will be annihilated by heavenly thunder. There. Make that oath now."