Xie Beihan choked up, staring at Fan Yunxi's profile with rising anger. "You..."
But as the words reached his lips, he restrained his temper because he felt guilty.
It was because of his imminent death that his father had arranged this marriage, and he knew he hadn't treated her well.
He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and said, "It's my fault. I didn't expect you to dislike those banquets so much. I saw you bored at home every day, so I asked Miss Lu to arrange more banquets for you, hoping you'd meet more people and perhaps enjoy outings like tea parties in the future."
Fan Yunxi's heart stirred slightly, unsure of her feelings.
Softening her tone, she replied, "Lord Hou, you don't need to worry about me, nor do you need to get into trouble on my behalf."
Xie Beihan frowned slightly, his mouth turning downwards. Finally, he sighed, "Then do as you wish."