Chapter 117

“Did you hear? They found oil in Emrat. I heard it from the chamberlain — Henderson’s practically drooling over it.”

Lydia chuckled as she filled the basket with flowers. Just thinking about Henderson fuming made her feel refreshed and amused.

“You knew about this?”

Yuan frowned slightly. He’d thought Lydia had called him here because she had something to give him — not to start talking about Emrat.

“Emrat. I’m giving it to you, Yuan. I don’t want Henderson to have it.”

Lydia’s eyes sparkled. She couldn’t give him a child, but she could at least give him land that produced oil. What a relief.

“Madam Elliot…”

“You take it, Yuan. After all, when we get married, it’ll all be yours anyway.”

With a bright, innocent smile, Lydia looked up at him — eyes filled with absolute certainty that he would marry her.

Yuan gave a short laugh. What a…