Wei Yang's heart was pounding. She wanted to say yes, but she felt that it was not reserved. Her heart was beating wildly, but the word "yes" was stuck in her throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.
Seeing Wei Yang staring at him blankly, Yan Gui couldn't help but pinch her cheek: "You are too thin, you need to gain some weight."
Wei Yang reached out and slapped his hand away, and asked the question in her heart: "Don't pinch me, speak properly, why do you want to get married in autumn, wouldn't it be the same if you wait a few years?"
Yan Gui raised his hand and lifted Wei Yang from the ground, letting her sit on his lap. He looked into her eyes seriously and said, "Because I want to take you with me wherever I go. I don't want to be separated from you."
Wei Yang felt her face was about to burn, and she pulled her legs back to jump down, saying in panic: "How could we be separated? I have nowhere to go."
She has no home and no relatives left. Where can she go
Yan Gui held her legs and said, "Don't move. Listen to me. We are going to the capital this time. If nothing goes wrong, the eldest prince will be able to ascend the throne soon. So, when the eldest prince ascends the throne, your eldest sister will not let you follow me back to Yanzhou. Do you understand?"
Wei Yang was shocked by what Yan Gui said and stammered, "But, but the emperor is in his prime, how could he give the throne to Xu'er?"
"When the time comes, it won't be a matter of whether he is willing or not." Yan Gui turned his head, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and continued: "Weiyang, don't be afraid, I will definitely make sure you are safe."
Wei Yang put her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his chest. "We agreed that I will go wherever you go and you are not allowed to leave me halfway. If, if you are not sure, we can wait a few more years. In short, you are not allowed to leave me. I only want to marry you and no one else."
When she said this, Weiyang's voice trembled slightly and she sounded like she was crying.
Yan Gui pushed her head away and deliberately stared at her with wide eyes: "Who do you want? Besides me, who else do you want, Xie Dalang?"
"Ah. I didn't mention Xie Dalang." Wei Yang opened her red lips slightly, not knowing why he suddenly mentioned Xie Dalang. She hadn't seen Xie Dalang since the last Flower Festival.
Yan Gui stretched out his finger and raised her chin: "Little girl, I forgot to tell you that Xie Dalang went to find Su Changle."
Wei Yang jumped off Yan Gui's body and stared at him. After waiting for a long time and seeing that he didn't speak, she gently shook his arm: "You, do you know the news about Sixth Brother? Is he, is he okay?"
Seeing that he did not ask about Xie Dalang, Yan Gui felt very pleased and held her back to sit on his lap: "Well, your elder sister asked him to go do something. I asked Xie Dalang to go find him and bring you a letter."
"I didn't write him a letter. Where did the letter come from to bring it to him?" Wei Yang was confused by what Yan Gui said.
Yan Gui raised his finger to knock on her head again, but Wei Yang immediately hugged her head and said, "Don't knock, it hurts." Hearing this, Yan Gui lowered his finger and flicked her forehead lightly, "I wrote this. I have something to discuss with him. I wrote this letter to him in your name."
"He knows my handwriting." Wei Yang pursed her lips and muttered, "I don't know if he's good or not?"
She was a little unhappy. Why wasn't she allowed to write a letter to her sixth brother? She missed him.
Yan Gui looked at the depressed Wei Yang, loosened his hand, leaned back on the chair, and yawned: "I'm sleepy."