"Madam Dowager wants the Second Young Lady to marry Childe Ling Yi?" A low voice filled with disbelief, showed that she was shocked.

"That's right. I heard that they will get married as soon as Childe Ling Yi admits to it." Another older female servant's voice came. Standing between the flowers and leaves, Ning Yuling stared at a corner of the wall with a cold look. She clenched her teeth and pulled the handkerchief in her hand into pieces.

This was not Qingrong ...