"I see." Lin Meilin simply nodded with a smile before clapping her hands.
"Then congratulations."
"Uh… Thanks, I guess." Yang Ze, who thought she was going to throw a fit, was completely at a loss. But this didn't stop him from letting out a sigh of relief.
"So, when are you going to get married?" Lin Meilin asked with interest.
"Umm… In twenty or so days, I guess." By now, Yang Ze's sense of time was all over the palace. He had lost consciousness in the wild and even fallen asleep at the top of the mountain. He didn't even know how much time he had spent outside.
"Well… In that case, I shall visit you there personally to hand you your marriage gift." There was a smirk on Lin Meilin's face as she spoke those words. But Yang Ze didn't think too much about it. He merely nodded in response.
"When are you heading back?" Lin Meilin asked again.
